I count myself blessed because of the incredible friends that flourish around me.
Walking Bee looks a lot different from when we walked Carl. Carl always led and under no circumstances did he need assistance. He could walk over five miles and hardly break a sweat. Bee on the other hand, can only walk a couple hundred yards in the heat before needing to stop and catch herContinue reading “Treasured Relationships”
I have to confess that Carl was not the dog I wanted. I wanted the brown female dog that had died when her mother rolled on top of her. But knowing it could take a long time before a brown female was born, my husband and I settled on the fawn colored male. Earlier inContinue reading “Not the Dog I Wanted”
Carl stayed put. He didn’t seem in the least bit interested in moving from his bed. He was cold and didn’t want to take a chance at losing the little warmth that his body had generated throughout the night. Little did he know that even though the heat wasn’t working, there was a little fireplaceContinue reading “Staying Put”
Loneliness swept over my little dog like a hurricane swirling onto shore. Carl starred at me as I left the back porch with a look of sure terror. It was clear that he wondered if I would ever come home and if he would be left stranded in the solitude of his existence. So manyContinue reading “Loneliness”
It was like a need was being met by transferring the heart of one to another.
Carl has been away for over a week. He has taken up residence with my daughter’s family. I got a text from her stating that her children didn’t want to let him go. They had fallen in love with our sweet dog and proved it by changing his name to Uncle Carl. Prior to thisContinue reading “The Power of a Name”
Carl doesn’t understand Christmas with all the comings and goings. Our schedule has changed with all the parties and people dropping off gifts. All the changes seems to have caused our pooch to become edgy and he appears to only want life to get back into a normal routine. I enjoy spending time with friends,Continue reading “Left in the Manger”
Carl loves a good walk. Because his snout is a little longer than most French Bull Dogs, he can tolerate an extended walk in both the heat and the cold. But as much as he loves to walk, when he is close to home, he picks up his pace and is clearly happy to walkContinue reading “No Comfy Beds”
Poor Carl. He was barred from his bed and once again had to sleep on the couch. Bee, stood in the doorway and made it crystal clear that he was not going to enter. So instead of experiencing the abuse of the Frenchie, he turned and walked down the darkened hallway to sleep alone. IContinue reading “The Gift of Friendships”