Periodically me and the mutts do some social service type things. I take them to schools, daycares and last summer a museum to chat up the wonders of Veterinary medicine. Here's my boy with a Stegasauras (Steggie) when we did a bit at a local museum for one of their summer camps. 
Best thing EVAR for walking! 
Right now the big back yard is the big MUDDY back yard. Snow, warmer weather, melted snow makes mud. Somehow Princess Paws (pictured below, she's the red one, with Heidi who I lost this past summer) manages to go outside in the mud and snow and slush and ick and come back in cleaner than when she went out! Not a speck of dirt on her pristine Princess self. My friend, Lisa, gave her the nickname Princess Paws. 
My friend, Terry says his heart's in the right place but his brain isn't. Last night I put my broken vacuum cleaner on my front porch to haul it to the garbage this morning. It sat out there all day, sort of between the front door and the large picture window in my livingroom. After it got dark, Phoenix sat on my couch, GLARING out of the window, barking, growling, snarling. Then he ran to the door and stood in front of it, barking, growling, snarling for a few minutes before he took up position at the window with more barking, snarling and growling. LOL...seems my dog was protecting us from the evol, broken vacuum cleaner on the porch. So, yea, heart in the right place, brain not so much! He's a great dog! That's my boy:  Start blogging by creating a new post. You can edit or delete me by clicking under the comments. You can also customize your sidebar by dragging in elements from the top bar.
| PhoenixThis is Phoenix, aka The Great White Hunter 
Rosie
This is Rosie, in some circles known as Princess Paws
About Us:Life is better with a dog. These are my dogs, Phoenix and Rosie. Mostly they just hang around the house, but they have helped with school programs and fundraisers.
Phoenix came to me when he was 4.5 months, and my best buddy for the next 10 years. He'd been mistreated by is previous owner that resulted in a broken leg. His first month with me he had a pin in his leg. Not fun for a puppy! Rosie was only 3.5 weeks and three pounds the night a dog warden brought her into the animal hospital where I work. She, and we later found out others in her litter, had been dumped in the snow on a cold January night, just 2 degrees! I fostered her for the shelter, that lasted about four hours. ArchivesFebruary 2013 CategoriesAll |
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