Two Brittany Spaniel sisters came to be with me as a Foster Mom to prepare them for their “forever home” I am greeted by Brittany kisses, paws and pleading hazel eyes every morning now. They love to wake me up with paws on the bed and a quiet whine to let me know that it … Continue reading Brittany Kisses and Thunderstorms
Once we are on a path that has either a fence or natural boundary along the edge of the path, I let Dusty, my blind Brittany off leash. He is feeling good. He remembers being free and wants to walk fast, explore and then run. So I let him go, even though I am … Continue reading Blind Dog Running the Boundaries
I watch him running. Completely blind. I am amazed and humbled by his trust in me to be his eyes. My Brittany Spaniel, Dusty, became blind after 8 years of sight, and went through all the issues of adjustment that any of us would face with such a radical change in our life. But what … Continue reading Blind Dog Runs
When the vet came into the exam room, he asked what was wrong. I pointed to the normally vivacious dog stretched out on the floor not moving and said, “My dog is dying.” He dropped to the floor beside him, took his temperature, and said, “Do you think he may have eaten a foreign substance?” … Continue reading Post PantyHose Surgery: Let my count the dollars
Brittany Foster Mom. My new identity. I picked up Shiloh and Abby in Denver after their trip across Nebraska over four days. I had apprehension about seeing these beautiful girls. They are what we call “owner Surrender” when the original owner can no longer keep their dogs. This one was because of divorce. How could … Continue reading Fleas? Fantastic!
Each adventure with my Brittany seemed to lead to the next one. The red plastic that mysteriously exits from the body not having a known place of origin. The desire to find some smelly deceased creature to sniff and chew on and bring to me as their special gift. This next ingestion tops the list. … Continue reading How much do I love the Dog? Number 2. Count the dollars?
Some stories about my dogs because I am becoming a Foster Mom to Brittanys. My 11 year old Brittany, Dusty, became blind 2 years before he died. He adapted well and his sense of smell has become very intense. I had to put childproof locks on all my cabinets: under the sink where there is … Continue reading How much do I love you dog? Let me count the dollars….