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Fraggle Friday (On Saturday): Leaving

I’m a bit panicked.

I head to Seattle for work Friday and am leaving the dogs behind. It’s a quick, two night trip, but it’s the first time I have left Stella since July. You know, the trip where I got an ulcer? I feel calmer about it this time around, but still don’t like the idea of having to leave her.

It’s funny though. For more than 15 years this dog has been making me feel anxiety about leaving her. When she was younger she was “easier” but would also require a lot of exercise, and I always worried she wouldn’t get enough in my absence. Then, there was the time my pet sitter told me, upon my return, that Stella had taken off and was found trotting down the road back to my house. Which was about 15 miles away.


Still enjoys running down roads…

So, really, in the grand scheme of things, maybe Stella is easier to care for now? Now that she mostly wants to sleep and has short spurts of energy? But she does require a potty break during the night, and she does require her meds, so I’m clearly anxious about making sure those things happen for her. I have a good pet sitter in place, so I think everything will be fine.

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Her comfort is of the utmost importance

This was  is going to be the year of travel, as I put off so many plans last year. I’ve got trips to New Orleans and eastern Washington planned for work in April and May, and from there, things just start snowballing between horse shows and work trips. I honestly think Stella will be fine. It’s just tough to ask someone to petsit with the caveat that they won’t sleep through the night. And they have to make sure they’re home at 7:30am and 7:30pm to give her her meds.


The storm I spoke about in my last post delivered. The ONLY good thing about it was it gave me an excuse to have Stella run around in her yellow raincoat

Old dogs are just tough to leave. I think that’s what it comes down to.


Can’t stop, won’t stop. Raincoat pics are the BEST

But Stella is a tough gal, and knowing her, she’ll probably enjoy getting a break from me. Siri will help take care of her and again, it’s only two nights.

It’ll be fine, right?????


Such an uphill gallop!

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The Calm After the Storm

The last two weeks have been a good sort of mayhem at work.  After about 10 years of planning, and dreaming, and fund-raising, we moved into our new Animal Adoption and Education Center at work. Considering the tiny hovel we were working in prior, moving into a 16 million dollar facility has been a dream. And a nightmare. Things weren’t working properly at first. A part of the roof was leaking. Nothing had been shoveled so there was nowhere to walk the dogs. And on, and on.We have been working out the kinks for to weeks and yesterday had our Grand Opening. And the public response was overwhelming. We had more visitors than we could have ever expected. The community was thrilled with the building and the work we are doing. Which is excellent.


Our adoption lobby with a cat colony room and our indoor dog play yard off to the right

But also absolutely exhausting.

Thankfully, I THINK life goes back to normal now. But I feel like there is going to be a new normal we will all have to adjust to.  I’m just so excited to be in the new building and so excited by how much the animals seem to love it.


Sir Meows a Lot, my favorite cat at the shelter currently. Also, I am super proud that I set this room up for the cats and got to place all the beds and stepping platforms. You’ll also notice a camera on the wall- cat room live streaming!

Working 7 days a week for 2 weeks straight left little time to get to the barn. But I’m so lucky to have Sarah to help me. Whether she throws June hay for me, gets her lunged when I can’t come down, or puts training rides on her, I was so incredibly lucky these past couple weeks not to feel any guilt about not being able to ride or care for June. I think we can really only get through stressful times with the support of friends.


Pirate and Percy, two adoptable rats housed in our small animal housing,agree that life is better with friends.

Anyway, I DID get to ride June on Sunday AM before I went to work. It was a COLD morning and Sarah was nice enough to turn the heaters on in the indoor before I arrived. I mean, how nice is THAT????

June was a BIT full of herself at first, and got to gallop around for a bit. I was REALLY happy with how she settled down though and we had a really lovely ride. She was light in my hands and nicely forward without rushing. I was especially happy since Sarah had ridden her Friday, her first time jumping her, and she was a bit of a fire breathing dragon. In typical fashion, it started like this:


Such the perfect pony

And as the jumps went up, and the exercise became more challenging, June tried to take over and stopped listening. But this time, she had Sarah on her back. And they worked through it until she was once again a polite pony through the exercises.

She’s an interesting horse for sure. She’s going to try and try and try to do it her way, and I’m really learning that you have to ride EVERY stride, as she will go from perfect pony to fire breathing dragon in one stride. And once the dragon comes out, it’s really hard to contain. So, my homework is to be a more effective rider and not let the dragon out.


Not a dragon. Fernando is one of the NICEST chihuahuas I have ever met. I got to help check him in at our new Spay&Neuter Center

I have a jump lesson tonight and then am headed to Gary Mittleider’s for a lesson on Saturday. I was going to cancel, or have Sarah ride June, but instead we’re just going to have a private lesson and work on trotting ground poles or something thrilling like that. June really needs to understand that she has to listen ALL THE TIME before we progress or we’re not going to get anywhere. I think riding somewhere new will be good for her, and getting to get out of dodge for a day will be good for me.


You know who else is good? Sasha. She’s loving life in her heated floor dog kennel

Anyway, I’m excited for the coming weeks, excited to be in our new facility at work, and excited that one day, who knows when, it will stop snowing.

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Old Dog Winter

What initially was proving to be a mild winter, has taken a turn for the worse. I think it has snowed almost every day in February? And when I say snow, I mean winter storm snow. And while the current 3 day long storm was deemed “Winter Storm Nadia” I’m still over it and want it to go away.

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Best of luck to those of you who Nadia messes with

Last winter we had almost no snow, and while this is an anomaly in Idaho, I can’t say I minded. Especially since I am reminded this winter how much work snow blowing and shoveling are.


I had to “find” my mailbox and dig through the snow to get to it

And while I could spend this post bitching about winter in Idaho, how fun is that? Instead I wanted to give some thoughts on having an old dog in the winter and prepare people for what may be to come when their pets become seniors.

The short story is that Stella is struggling with winter now that we have all this snow. And While I usually shovel paths for the dogs in my yard, I’ve decreased them significantly now that the snow has gotten over 4′ in my yard and there’s really nowhere to put the snow. How does this impact my old dog? Well, it reduces the area she has to potty, but what’s worse is that it changes up her routine.


Once our back road gets plowed we get out for a potty walk

Stella is basically blind. She has limited daylight vision and really cannot see at all in the dark. Now, imagine having that limited of vision, and your entire world becomes a white blob. And that white blob changes from day to day, meaning you sometimes walk into snow piles because yesterday they were still a path you could walk on.

Because she is stubborn and strong willed, she is figuring it out. She refuses to actually poop in my yard, which means that no matter the weather, we’re going for a walk down the road. She’ll try to get off the road, into the snowbank, as she’s discreet about using the bathroom, but often times the snow is way too deep for this. So, I encourage her not to go into the deep snow, but Stella hasn’t listened to me for 15 years. Why would she start now.


Stella 4 years ago tearing up the skate ski trails

I’ve basically started keeping her on leash all the time. I can kind of control where she goes and keep her from getting too far into a snowbank.

In addition to snow, we’ve also had some very cold weather. And while Stella has some great winter coats to keep her warm, she hates putting them on. Again, this dog has opinions, and putting her head through a hole and having a coat put on, elicits a grunt EVERY time. And while she seems a bit more stiff and sore, she still trot hops around when the snow is cleared from her path for her.


Siri hasn’t even noticed it has snowed and spends her days romping with friends

I’m super hopeful that Stella gets to enjoy nice weather again. Seeing her struggle with the current conditions makes me realize just how hard winter is for senior dogs. If nothing else, even though she dislikes it, she looks super cute in her coat.


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Fraggle Friday: Hearing the Words

About two weeks ago my family came to visit me from New York. I love when they come to visit. Being thousands of miles away from each other, the time we do get to spend together is really special.

Plus, my Dad is an animal lover like me. He taught me about horses and horse care, and in return I have taught him about the love of a bearded dog. He now has three of them. All rescues I “procured” for him, lol.

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Sassy- the first of his bearded dogs

My Dad and I have always been on the same page about our pets. They’re family and we love them even if they aren’t perfect. So, when Stella herniated a disc in her back, he was who I called. I remember sitting in the emergency vet’s office, crying, and talking to him on the phone. Explaining how scared I was for her to have surgery. How expensive it would be, and what if it was all for nothing? What if she couldn’t walk again?
And, instead of supporting me, and telling me it would be ok, my Dad asked “Do you think it’s time to let her go?”

And I think I stopped breathing for a moment. There were people who didn’t agree with having Stella go through surgery. But I never expected one of them to be my Dad. He went on the tell me that, essentially, he thought I was not thinking clearly, and that I should not do surgery. He wasn’t mean or cruel about it, he just felt 14 years was a good long life. And now it was time to say goodbye.

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I’ll never be ready to say goodbye to this face, but really wasn’t ready to last April

I obviously disagreed. And went forward with surgery. But, a little part of me worried he was right. That if Stella couldn’t walk again, I had made a horrible mistake and should have listened to my Dad. I’m a Daddy’s girl, and it felt like this was the first time I was defying him. It was an uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling.

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I still get slightly nauseous thinking about the days post surgery where she couldn’t walk yet and the future was so uncertain

As Stella recovered I would send updates, but we didn’t speak about her much. When I cancelled a trip home so I could be with her, he was completely understanding. But I couldn’t help think he was rolling his eyes when he sent an email saying “Of course- I understand.”

So, when my family arrived at the local airport earlier this month, Stella and I walked into Arrivals to greet them. She was a hit as people waited for their bags. Many asking how old she was, but most just commenting on how cute she looked in her coat. We walked out and to my car, Stella hung out in the backseat while we had lunch, and then we all went for a short walk before I headed back to work and they went to the hotel.

The next day, we went to the barn and Stella bombed around so excited to show us the way to June’s pen. She sniffed around while we put June’s blanket on and then we all headed back to the car. As we were walking together, Stella in front of us, my Dad said, “I was wrong. You made the right decision. She definitely wasn’t ready to go.”

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Not ready. Much trot hopping yet to do

For maybe the second time in my life, I was speechless. Hearing those words meant more to me than I could have imagined. Hearing him say them, not because I asked, or because I was talking about how well Stella was doing, but because he honestly believed them, meant so much to me.

And so, my family got to see Stella for perhaps the last time. But the fact that they did, and that they saw how happy she is, is something I will never forget and am so incredibly thankful for.

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Fraggle Friday: CBD Oil

I’ll be honest. If one more person asks me “have you tried CBD oil” for any issue Stella has, I may lose my mind. Last time I checked, according to the inter web and fans of CBD oil, it can fix anything from seizures to anxiety. Arthritis to lack of appetite. The last time there was something this miraculous, we were all running out to buy Coconut Oil.

Can it fix my cat judging me??!

So, not long ago, if you can’t tell, I was very anti CBD oil. But then Stella had another seizure, and I happened to be in our local pet shop when I overheard the sales person discussing the benefits of using CBD oil to treat seizures.

And they caught me in a moment of weakness. How could I not try something that MIGHT help Stella’s seizures. And, according to the sales person, seizures are the one ailment that there are actually some studies done on in dogs. So I bought a bottle. Hung my head and admitted defeat.

But I knew I’d be able to give a report post use, and that helped me convince myself I had purchased it for the betterment of all animals.

Mainly the betterment of this monkey

So here’s my report on CBD oil, being 1 1/2 months in.

I’ve been giving Stella a half a dropper of 750 mg CBD oil once a day every day. And I haven’t seen any changes in her anxiety, arthritis or general demeanor. She has not had a seizure, but I still have her on her regular meds, and don’t plan on changing that. So, does CBD oil “work?” Well, I don’t think so? At least not for my dog. But, to be fair, Stella is kind of at the far end of the spectrum.

The far end of the adorable spectrum

But, despite it not being a miracle cure for Stella, here’s my general problem with CBD oil. There’s really no science around it. I like science. I like scientific studies. I really struggle with personal opinion replacing fact. So many testimonials about how amazing it is. This is not helpful to me. If one more person tells me their dog hasn’t had a seizure since starting CBD oil I will scream. For one thing, some dogs just don’t have more seizures. Secondly, can we follow up in a few years? Not two weeks?

Another issue? The dosing. Stella’s bottle doesn’t have anything indicating mls. So, I’m guessing at what “half a dropper” is. The dosing instructions range from giving a dog her weight anywhere from 1/4 to 1/2 a dropper. But, if I go online, some manufacturers recommend giving a 1/2 dropper from a 350mg bottle. That’s a pretty big difference. I’d appreciate some standard dosing. It would make me feel like maybe there was some more scientific proof around this..

Does not care about science. Will ingest anything

However, to be fair, CBD is a VERY new product. It’s not too surprising that there aren’t a bunch of studies. I BELIEVE the sale of hemp has just become legal in all states? But I may be wrong about that. If it’s true, hopefully it will help support some studies about the products efficacy in pets.

So there you have it. I’m not a convert. But I’m still giving it to Stella, since it doesn’t seem to have any side effects and what if it IS doing something for her seizures? Oy vey, now I can’t stop!

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Fraggle Friday: The Year in Pictures

This year was a roller coaster with the dogs for sure. While Siri grew up, Stella grew old. But, despite how some moments along the way were looking, I still have the two of them with me, which is really what’s most important.


This picture brings a smile to my face. Stella looks like little yellow riding hood running through the woods

The year started off pretty well, walks in the woods and hikes with family.


Wow. There really was no snow here in February last year.

We got out for plenty of adventures and then we added foster dog Picabo (now Lucy) who in May drove all the way to NY with me where she is happily living with my Dad on his farm!


Lucy and Siri were fast friends

And then in April, Stella, at 14, went in for back surgery. Those weeks immediately before and after her surgery were definitely the worst of the year. Not knowing if I had made an incredibly selfish decision gnawed at me constantly.


Franken puppy

Siri, on the other hand, thought the visit to the vet was the best thing ever, as Stella’s surgeon had adopted her brother when I adopted her. (He wanted a dog like Stella, I have apologized profusely that he did NOT get a Stella…) So, they got to have a reunion.


Two dorks. But he is a MUCH bigger dork

I was still on pins and needles with Stella and her recovery but man she recovered well. Each week she got stronger. She never had an accident in the house, and that dog was determined to run again. And she definitely has spent lots of time run hopping to her heart’s content.


And so much swimming this summer!!!  This was at a derby where she finally could run and stay upright. I couldn’t keep her out of the water.

The month of  June, the seizures started. And I thought I would lose Stella. But, um, again, this dog doesn’t give up that easily. I was told we had anywhere from 1-6 months. We just passed the 6.5 month mark, and she is as happy as ever.


After she climbed to the top of this mountain she told me I need to relax and not worry so much.

And Siri. While she has definitely grown up, and proven herself to be an overall great dog, she has still had some moments.

Like the time she had to go to the vet because she ate something “edible.”


It wasn’t me, I swear.

I won’t get into what happened here, but lets just say Siri’s trip cost me about $300. I hope she had a really good time.

And then there was this, most recent destruction, also to the tune of over $300:


Thanks Siri!

But really, when it comes down to it, there isn’t a canine family I could possibly love more. The highs far make up for the lows. Having two dogs who make me laugh and remind me how precious life is, is more than I can ask for.

So, here’s to another year with them, and all the adventures that ensue!


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Fraggle Friday: Highs and Lows

Sometimes Fraggle Friday posts are hard for me to write. While they are supposed to be a celebration of the dogs I love so much, sometimes they just remind me of the reality of having a 15 year old dog who has seizures.

And when your 15 year old dog has a seizure after not having had one for 6 months and 4 days, it can be hard to think about much else. And while you want to write a post celebrating your dogs, you know you’re just going to write a post re hashing the seizure.

So, let’s pepper the post with cute Stella pics of the last week to remind me that really, this stoic little monkey dog is doing really, really, well.


While she can’t run or hike with me like she used to, she does get to come along for the ride.

The day prior to the seizure Stella came to Boise with me and then ended the day literally bombing around the barn. Eating hoof trimmings and galloping around like a racehorse.


And looking damn adorable

So, clearly, when at 7:45am the following morning I heard her fall in the kitchen, I dropped the laundry I was folding in the bedroom and ran to her side. The seizure didn’t last long, I held her head until her body stopped convulsing. She came out of it fairly quickly, and laid in my arms for a minute or two afterwards. She always vomits afterwards, and this time she vomited up her anti seizure pill. ‘Cause it clearly wasn’t doing its job.


Post seizure Siri immediately went to lay with her

Previously, post seizure Stella would sleep, have a loss of appetite and feel generally blah. This time, she was ready to go for a walk and wolfed down her breakfast. Per the veterinarian’s advice I gave her another anti seizure pill and she acted normal and happy for the rest of the day. And continues to do so as I write this.


Just out for another walk in the Idaho weather

As for me, I actually recovered really well too. 🙂

I was freaked out when it happened, but it didn’t consume me. I think because it was less of a surprise- I’ve seen her have seizures before, I knew there was a possibility she would have another one. And she did. And now we need to see if she continues to have them and if anything else changes before I go ahead and become all dramatic


So many smiles

Ironically, I was supposed to be back east this week, visiting family. But, I cancelled the trip and decided to stay home with Stella. I just didn’t feel right leaving her, especially since the trip would be at exactly 6 months since she had her first seizure, and I couldn’t believe Stella was still with me 6 months later. (If she has a brain tumor, which I still believe she does, they are typically fast growing, and there is a life expectancy of about 4-6 months). It didn’t seem right leaving her with someone else, especially for a trip that I could reschedule. Lets just say, I’m glad I stayed. I wouldn’t want anyone else to have to watch her have a seizure and I don’t envy the person who has to call me and tell me she had a seizure. Plus, a staycation is such a great thing and I highly recommend everyone take a few days just to stay home and relax. Always travelling for vacation doesn’t seem to give me the same reboot.

So, there we have it. The highs and lows of senior pets. I’m hoping for more running and smiling pics in our future.



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Fraggle Friday: Things I’ve Learned About Senior Dogs

Stella is not my first senior dog. Montana, my very first dog, was adopted while I was in college and I had her for about 12 years. She grew old with me, and in the end, despite two hip replacements to help with severe hip dysplasia, her body just couldn’t do it anymore.

There’s some ailments that seems to affect most senior dogs, once they’re of a certain age. Decreased mobility and dementia seem to be the ones that effect the most dogs, in my experience. Montana started to go into corners and stare at walls. She began panting and pacing a lot, usually not needing to go anywhere, just as if she was uncomfortable in her own skin. I tried special food, and even meds. And they helped to a certain degree, but in the end, she was an old dog, and I couldn’t change that.


While I did everything I could for Montana, I feel I have learned so much more about what senior dogs need through the years.  And while I am happy Stella gets to benefit from this, it hurts my heart that Montana did not. Senior dogs need special care. More than just a dog food labeled “Senior.” A friend, lamenting about aging parents, said to me “once an adult, twice a child.” It took me a moment to understand what she meant, but then it rang so true. We start our lives depending on others, and unable to care for ourselves, and if we live long enough, most likely we will end our lives the same way. I think about this phrase a lot when I am caring for Stella and it’s led me to understand a few things that can really help senior pets.

Stick to a Routine

If you don’t do anything else, this will still help your senior dog immensely. Stella knows my routine better than I do. She knows that I open the blinds to the front window right before I take her for a walk. She would hear or see those blinds move, and she knew it was time to get up and get going. Nowadays, she can’t hear the blinds opening, and rarely wakes up while I am opening them, but I keep the routine the same regardless. Feeding time, walk time, nap time, everything, I try to keep it as regimented as possible. If she wants to sleep in, great, but if I don’t wake up when she wants to go out, she starts to pace and gets stressed. Knowing what to expect greatly reduces her stress, and I do my best to help with that.

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Remember New Places Aren’t as Fun as They Used to Be

What young dog doesn’t bound out of the car and love to explore new smells? Siri is an absolute spaz the first night in a new place. And while Stella has travelled to hundreds of places with me, and she still loves a car ride, spending time in a new place when you can’t see or hear very well, can be very stressful. Especially for dogs suffering from dementia. Getting out of her familiar routine and having to adjust to a new place can create an anxious, pacing, dog. To try and help her, I always bring along her favorite bed. I try to put this bed away from all the activity going on so she has a quiet location she can claim as her own. If she were better about being crate trained, I would bring her crate along and just have her hang out in her crate in a new place. I’ve cut back on a lot of the places I house/pet sit as it’s too stressful for her, and instead try and only take her places with me that she knows well.

Take a Cue From Motel 6

And leave the light on for them. Stella used to get up and walk into things when she was trying to find her water bowl. After a night of this, I went out and purchased a night light. Now, Stella follows the light and has no problem finding her water bowl. In new places, I leave a stronger light on for her since she won’t be as familiar with where she is going. It seems to have made a huge difference in her anxiety level. I also think this is key for dogs with dementia, especially if the pacing and staring happens primarily at night.

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They May Need to Go Out More Frequently

This one probably seems pretty obvious. But it took an accident in the house for the first time in 11 years for me to realize my senior dog Montana couldn’t hold her bladder for 6-7 hours anymore. With Stella, I try to get her our every 4-4.5 hours during the day, and she usually sleeps 7-8 hours at night without an issue. However, she’s quick to let me know that even if it’s snowing and 5am, she still needs to go out. I limit her evening water intake if possible, or try to get her drinking around 6-7 pm rather than 9-10pm.

They May Not Want to Go for a Walk

Stella loved nothing more than running and running and running some more when she was young. Even these days, she loves bombing around the barn, helping me bring June in from her paddock. But other times, she has zero desire to go for a walk. She wants to go potty and go back inside. And that’s ok. I let her dictate what she wants to do, rather than me sticking to a plan. I let her be the control freak, rather than me. Or, I try at least.

Getting Old is Hard for Them, Too

It’s hard for us to see our dogs age. The once crazy puppy who now spends 90% of its time sleeping can be a hard transition to experience. Stella has always been an independent dog who never needed my help. But that’s changed now. She needs my help going up the stairs. She needs my help to soften her kibble prior to eating it. She relies on me for so many things now. I know she doesn’t love it when I help her up the stirs. I know she would rather not need to be leashed when it is dark out because she can’t see her way. So, I try to honor who she was by still giving her as much independence as possible. If there are steps she can go up and down, I let her. I praise her like crazy for taking a few steps at a run. I pretend I’ve just walked into the house when she doesn’t wake up until I have been there for a good 5 minutes. I try to be my most patient self at all times because deep down, I know that taking a minute or two longer to get up isn’t happening because it’s what she wants, it’s happening because it’s all she can do.


We still spend time on top of mountains so she can feel the wind in her fur PC: Nate Liles

So give your senior pup a kiss and enjoy every single moment you have with them. They sure deserve it!




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Fraggle Friday: Stella Update, 7 Months Post Surgery

It’s been just over 7 months since I made the decision for Stella to have back surgery. Am I glad I made the decision I did? Absolutely. While the fact that she most likely has a brain tumor is devastating, I have to say she had an incredible summer swimming and getting out and about. And while she has slowed down a bit with the colder weather, she still seems no worse for wear. Now, remember, she’s 15 years old. So she spends her time doing a lot of this:


She rarely cuddles with Siri so this was actually pretty magical

But when she is awake, she is eating well, eager to go for walks and when we get to the barn, one of her favorite places, she runs around like a banshee


Yay walks!

Obviously, every day with her is a treasure, especially since I am not positive we will have a lot more of them.

But for now, I’m excited to see report that she is doing great and seems to be enjoying life to its fullest. Just like we all should be!


One of my dogs has no shame in front of our foster dog…



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Fraggle Friday: Besties

Siri is one of those dogs who really, really, likes other dogs, but she is so submissive that sometimes dogs aren’t so nice to her. But, when she finds a dog who doesn’t care about pack order, they immediately become friends. And if they want to play like crazy? Even better!

Lucky for Siri, one of my regular pet sitting gigs is for a dog who fits the bill perfectly. Emmett is about 3 years old, and a Husky who loves EVERYONE. He’s from the humane society I work at, and he has more energy than any dog I have ever met.

But that’s ok, because he and Siri play and play and play.


This is actually two very happy dogs playing….

And when they aren’t playing, he’s bounding through fields at sunset


Honestly, he really never stops moving. Unless I ask him to pose for pictures.


Meanwhile, Siri, who just can’t keep up with him, happily poses for a photo or two.


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When they are home, they insist on laying together. Touching. Always touching.


It’s fun to see Siri play so hard and have positive interactions with another dog. But as much as I love having Emmett around, I think Stella and I  are both always a bit relieved when he goes home and our house is nice and quiet again.


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An amateur eventer's adventures

Poor Woman Showing

An amateur eventer's adventures

Live Your Adventure

Tara - Horse lover, horse rider, horse enthusiast

SmartPak Blog

An amateur eventer's adventures

The Blog of Travel

Motorbikes, dogs and a lot of traveling.

Hunky Hanoverian

An amateur eventer's adventures


An amateur eventer's adventures

Cob Jockey

An amateur eventer's adventures

She Moved to Texas

An amateur eventer's adventures

Guinness on Tap

An amateur eventer's adventures

Equestrian At Hart

adventures in riding & life

 Clover Ledge Farm

An amateur eventer's adventures

Viva Carlos

An amateur eventer's adventures

Horsemanship 101

Leprechaun Lane Training Center's Guide to Horsemanship


Horse humor and the musings of a weenie adult eventer

May As Well Event

Here's To Not Following Your Own Advice

A Yankee in Paris

No animals were harmed in the making of this blog...

Horse Listening

Horses. Riding. Life.


Becoming a student of horsemanship.