TO MY SWEET LITTLE PUPPY, TINA TODAY: “Wag your tail and smile! I’m filling up your treat bowl!”
you take the dog out four times in the deep, deep (and I mean – deep!) snow… She does nothing. The snow instantly sticks to her fur, which is really almost like silky hair and she heads back to the kitchen door… You try again. Nothing. You try again. Nothing. You try again. Nothing… You give her permission to potty in the house, Hopefully she understands because she does understand: ‘treat,’ ‘bath,’ ‘outside,’ – ‘Daddy’s home!” And when does does…..
RECENTLY A FRIEND OF MY HUSBAND’S contacted Duane to share with him his sorrow in the death of his dog. This man had two standard size poodles who went everywhere with him… This friend of Duane’s could not have contacted anyone better, nor more sympathetic, than my dear, precious husband, for Duane and I had been through the same experience with the death of our fawn-colored pug, Brutus. Both dogs were healthy, or so we believed. And Brutus was…..
TODAY IS JULY 19th and I have a special report! Every wise person who loves God loves animals. Can’t be any other way. If you’ve read anything about my fur babies at present, Pewter – my Russian Blue kitty – and Tina – my Terrier mix – you have an idea of how beautiful and precious they both are to God, Duane, and me! Selah. Well, this morning Tina’s day started off ruff! I mean rough! The first time Duane was…..