As some of you know, my family received the sad news last week that Elsie, our dear old dog, has cancer. And by the way, I sincerely appreciate all the kind comments left on Facebook, Instagram and elsewhere. It’s comforting to know so many of my dear readers, pet owners or not, understand how hard …
Dogs
From time to time, I write about our three pets; the golden, the English springer spaniel and a certain little black cat. Elsie, Sophie and Ninja are very special members of our family and they don’t mind at all when I share about them here on the blog or on Instagram, which by the way, is …
I don’t share a whole lot of details here on the blog about dear hubby, my children, my siblings and other family members, mostly due to that whole privacy thing. This is the way they prefer things and I respect that. My pets, however, don’t seem to mind when I share about them and I …
Ever since I read a recent blog post by dear daughter about her middle-age mutt, Ace, I’ve been “writing” this blog post in my head. I have an older dog. Some would say an old dog, but when does a dog truly become old? When do any of us become old?
My dogs, Elsie and Sophie, might not hold official therapy dog certificates, but they are therapy dogs nonetheless. And they have stepped up to the plate in this role time and time again. This post is about just one of those times.