Fact: Emmett is old. He's not getting old. He's just straight-up old. This is not a fact that I've readily accepted. Oh, no. The opposite, really. "Of course he's getting older," I would said. "Everyone is!" Except, at 13.5, Emmett is actually old. He's no longer in his golden years. The reality is, he's in his twilight years. And you know what? They are going to be as good, as
Emmett Takes on Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Healthy Dog Food #WellnessPet
Emmett tackles life with gusto. Everything he does, he does with force and vigor. He finds fun everywhere--even the vet--and he assumes something good is around every corner. His optimism knows no bounds. He's a model for good living, I think. This post is sponsored by Wellness and the BlogPaws™ Pet Influencer Network™. I am being compensated to help share the availability of Wellness
Pet (Owner) Peeves
Do you guys do this, too? You're in your car, walking down the street, waiting for the bus, whatever, and... oh! look! a dog! Your head swivels, and you smile as they walk past (or, if they're close enough, shout, "May I please pet your dog?!"). It's habit. Completely ingrained. And so, the other day, we were driving along, and I spot up ahead... a dog! A big dog! A big huge fluffy white
It’s been one year
A year ago today, we lost our Lucas. I couldn't write about it then--except to let you, our kind friends, know he was gone. I didn't think I could write about it now either. See, the thing is, I felt like we failed him. We lost him too soon, so it had to be our fault. I know this is irrational. I'm very, logically, rationally aware that these are irrational feelings, but here's how it
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