A Wiry Haired Mutt

It's tough being a military pet parent.

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 22:34:46 -0400

For national guard members especially. I have served my country for 5 years, and the hardest part has been the problems with my dog. Every month I pack my bags and leave, he knows it too. He knows even before I start packing. He lays around with that depressed look on his face and gets very clingy. He spends every possible second, super glued to my side. His unconditional love is staggering sometimes. I don’t know how people can believe that dogs don’t have a soul. This year I have packed my bags for 15 days, and I leave in the morning. He is asleep in my lap, and gets upset every time I move, because he thinks I’m going to walk out the door. I just waned to post this because of how heart breaking it is to watch him. He doesn’t know that I am coming back, he doesn’t understand. So for 15 days he will wait..and wait…and wait some more, and just hope that I will come home.

He is all depressed because he knows mommy is leaving :(

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 16:43:20 -0400

He is all depressed because he knows mommy is leaving :(

Tick advice

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 16:06:40 -0400

@FeelingCloser I had the problem with Advantix not working for my dogs either last year. I turned to a holistic approach, since we hike, camp and do other outdoor activities, I used a spray. I have to apply it every time I go outside, but it works amazingly. If you don’t believe in a holistic approach, they do make tick killing sprays for dogs. They also make collars, wipes, shampoos. all can be useful. especially the shampoos. Please remember to do your research and pick the best approach for you.

My pretty seashell wind chime!

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 17:27:35 -0400

My pretty seashell wind chime!

Oh the joyous evening walk! How often do you walk your dog?

Fri, 31 May 2013 00:40:59 -0400

Oh the joyous evening walk! How often do you walk your dog?

The better smelling dog

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 23:48:25 -0400

I have a hard time shopping for my own shampoo and conditioner. Especially since I don’t even pay enough attention to it to make a good choice. Do I get something with keratin?…no because that makes my hair grow and since I like it extremely short in the back, that means more hair cuts….no no no no thanks…or maybe volumizing…ugh such a headache! As much of a headache that toiletry shopping can be, I have discovered that it can be just as hard to shop for these items for your dog! Do I need one for dry skin or one that has flea and tick protection? It can be a real pain. Especially since the great smell doesn’t always stick. Never base your purchase off the smell. Recently though, my little boy and I discovered pet head products! Such a variety! And the smell is just a plus! We love the Dog’s BFF tangle fix that smells like strawberry yogurt. Yum! Do your research when buying any pet products and definitely get the right one for you, but we are a pet head fan!!

Dog breath...is...comforting?

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 23:32:53 -0400

I had a very exhausting day and came home to a revelation. It was simple and yet stupid, but at the same time it was exhilarating. After returning home and completing my usual after work routine, I slumped on the couch and began sulking a little. My dog, Winstin, who is very in tune with me, crawled into my lap and licked. My face. Yes I know it’s gross to some people, but that’s not the point. After taking in a breath and trying to relax, it hit me. His breath. It was warm and damp and, well, doggy. But it struck me deeper than that…it was comforting. I mean, yes any dog can give you comfort. They make you feel wanted and loved. But their breath? I understand that anything sensory helps determine a lot chemically in a humans body and can even alter moods. I just never thought of Winstin’s breath that way before. I suppose I am just strange for this random idea to pop into my head but I just had to share it. Can a dog’s breath really be comforting?

This Fellow and his Mum

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 16:14:55 -0500

I am a 22 year old Certified Dog Trainer, and also serve as an 88Mike in the United States Army. Winstin is a Yorkie/ Rat terrier mix who is 20 months old and my four legged soul mate. This blog is about our lives together, I hope you enjoy following us.

The mutt himself.

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 15:29:15 -0500

The mutt himself.

A woman to set free

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:22:08 -0400

A woman more or less was she. Dark and deprived she stood there. Among a crowd she was easy to spot, however in the deep tenderness of the forest, she was but a shadow. Her words were always clear, never twisted. Unlike her tangles of auburn hair. Her green eyes came alive with the falling of a fresh rain. What a strange creature she is. To simply observe her is impossible at best. To be close to her is like trying to catch a dense fog in your hands. It only swirls around you, lacing through your fingers before disappearing. With out truly vanishing. She still surrounds you. Such a bizarre truth. The depths of this woman are like animal trails into the mountains; an impenetrable pass by those deemed unworthy. Oh just to see her once, set free to run those trails. To watch her soar through the tall oaks, leaves parting for her quick passing. Never to feel that alive, she stands like a weeping willow, dripping with sorrow. Her feet bound to the earth as if they were roots. Oh what a dangerous creature she has become..

Feeling vintage.

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:20:16 -0400

Feeling vintage.

His time

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 21:05:16 -0400

Her eyes were blurry with tears as she laid her head on his still chest. No heartbeat was present to greet her longing ears. No breath to sooth her throbbing soul. Instead, he lay still and stiff; as if he were frozen in the snow. She wished he would just sit up and begin wagging his tail and looking at her with that loving stare, as if he were saying “alright mom, let’s go!”. Sadly, there was no wagging tail or loving stare. Just a limp and lifeless body. In her subconscious she knew that this was the right thing, for he was no longer suffering, and at the same time, she already missed him. His warm body next to hers, under the covers at night. His excited prancing and dancing when she came home from work. “I love you.” she whispered one last time into his ear. Choking back sobs, she nodded to the doctor. The last thing she saw before leaving the exam room was the technician carrying him away. With a heavy heart she walked to her car. She knew he would not be there to greet her this time.. But she hoped that in some way, he was at peace.

His wiry hair lay twisted in her fingers. His steady breathing allowed her the knowledge of his...

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 00:23:04 -0400

His wiry hair lay twisted in her fingers. His steady breathing allowed her the knowledge of his comfort. She gave herself in to the beating of his heart. Those dark eyes blended into her soul. They were one. This beast and her. Unlikely was this union, yet it was by nature, a law. Never was the true passion behind this commitment to be relinquished. Never was the love to be forgotten. Such a simple truce. That beast was her guidance and comfort, as much as the woman was the provider and teacher for the beast. A symphony was played between the two. Just a basic harmony would have sufficed. The phrase, ” a man’s best friend”, was never meant for only the gender role of a male. For these beasts, loyalty, has no gender. This encounter was, matter of fact, a woman and her dog. Enjoying a moment together, complete with serenity. A love meant to last for eternity.