There was a recent thread with a subject of “Guilt Over Leaving Dogs in the Evening” started by one of our Belgian e-friends in SoCal. During her night out she witnessed a historic baseball game won by the Bums who hit four straight homers to tie the game and then won it on another homah...
Do anyone of you have that “special” dog your life? Not the one who can herd like the best of the border collies, nor the one who can run an agility course like, well, like the best of the border collies. Not even the one who can track like a hound, capture a crowd’s heart...
Some of you might have caught the recent segment on one of our national television networks [I'm not pitching them unless I'm getting' a stipend] which featured businesses which allowed the employees to bring their dogs to work. The segment cited improved morale, productivity, increased attendance, etc. As a follow up, a local radio station...
This is prompted not by my second cup of coffee but from another post to a different group……in a land and time far, far away. The trigger was watching your dog develop and become “mature”. How one day you sort of notice that “Baby’s all growed up” – which is a line from one of...
Two cups of coffee down, one chorizo and huevos breakfast consumed, and having cleaned up the van…………. Well, I wouldn’t say its a Big Brother statement but I can understand the intent of the message of “Some people shouldn’t have kids” and “some people should not be allowed to breed”. I think we all know...
