Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

Follow-Up Friday

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For those new to the blog, my follow-up Friday provides me with an opportunity to update or revise a post from the previous week. 

You know sometimes you post about something and you need an update but it doesn’t warrant a whole blog.  Or sometimes someone made a comment that really resonated with you.  Yup, Follow-Up Friday baby! 🙂

Merry Christmas – Author’s Note

The photo in this blog post was actually taken three years ago by my friend Dawn.  She came out to the house and took about a couple HUNDRED photos of the dogs, the dogs and my grandson, the dogs and me.   

I had trouble finding a photo where 1) both dogs were actually semi-looking at the camera and 2) where my ‘girls’ weren’t hanging out.   

I realized when I was writing this post that three years ago, I wouldn’t care if my ‘girls were hanging out.’  I wonder what that says about me now?

Delilah 1, Ornaments 0 – Author’s Note

She hasn’t been at the tree since she destroyed that ornament, BUT the gates haven’t been off either. 🙂

Back To Work – Author’s Note

Well I didn’t win the money for the Social Media blitz, but I did get a LOT of twitter followers….trouble is I’m not very good at tweeting. 🙁

Also our human friend at 2 Brown Dawgs was wondering where the lab was that these beagles were rescued from and why the details were somewhat vague.

Good observation.  After doing a little research myself (without harming any dogs of course) 🙂  I found a web article that indicated the lab was in Northern California.

My only thought as to why the name of the lab wasn’t released is because if people knew where the labs were that tested on animals, people would be protesting like the Occupy Wall Street movement.  I know I would certainly be writing letters if I couldn’t be there in person!

This And That – Author’s Note

Kirsten over at Peaceful Dog noted that her foster dog Fozzie (go on now take a look, he is certainly one gorgeous boy) “likes to poop over the course of half a block…and then kick dirt over all of it.”

Did I forget to mention that is a Delilah trait?  I will tell you that sometimes we call her “Delilah shit walker.”  I know it’s mean, but I never said I was nice. 🙂

I’ve actually been bent down when she decided after she was about 20 feet away, to kick dirt over her stuff.   Luckily I looked up BEFORE the dirt hit me in the face.

That’s it for me, how was YOUR week?

Last Chance!

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Today is the third leg of the three-day social media challenge, today you have an opportunity to follow me and a bunch of other awesome bloggers on Google+.   Would you believe you can follow me on facebook, twitter and Google+.  

 Since the free WordPress account (yes, I am cheap) won’t allow me to put the rafflecopter up, you can enter here.

Full confession: I know less about Google+ than I do about Twitter and Facebook and that’s sad right there. 

If you aren’t on Google+ and you want to be, you can shoot me an e-mail (auntiejodi@hotmail.com) and I will send you an invitation.

If you are the lucky winner you will put $112 cash in your pocket and $213 will go to the charity of your choice.  I’ve already told you my two favorite charities are Our Companions and Labs 4 Rescue.  Do you have an animal charity near and dear to YOUR heart?  Or do you have a favorite charity that is non-animal related? 

It’s really easy to enter, just click here and follow the instructions! 

Good luck.

 

My Opinion

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Before you read any further I’d like to say this is an opinion piece for my participation in 31 days to a better blog.   I  tried to state myself clearly and non-offensively, but I didn’t want to make it too sweet because after all it is an opinion piece.  If I offend anyone I apologize.

This is the conversation that took place on Monday (at work) between me and my friend J.

J was very excited, “Oh my God, guess what?”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he blurted out, “K and A got a puppy!”

“Really, what kind?”  I’m sure my response showed a limited amount of enthusiasm.

“A puggle, he’s sooooo cute.”

“Where did she get him from?”

“A breeder in Massachusetts.”

“Really?  A breeder?” I’m sure there was disappointment in my tone.

Ok, I sort of summed up the conversation because I can’t really remember the whole thing.

Then yesterday we had another conversation.

“K might bring the puppy in!”

“Really, when?” I asked, this time there was excitement in my voice, I mean who doesn’t want the opportunity for those sweet little puppy kisses. 🙂

“Well, first you have to promise that you won’t say anything to her about where she got the puppy from, she’s sick of hearing people tell her she should have rescued.”

(I guess I’ve been on my soap box before.)

“I would never do that!” I exclaimed and went on to explain, “I don’t have a problem with RESPONSIBLE breeders, it’s the people who run puppy mills, that have many dogs that they constantly breed that I have issue with.”

Some of my best blogging buddies have bred or purchased dogs from breeders, that doesn’t mean I look down or judge them.   Certain dogs are bred for a purpose, to fulfill a need such as hunting dogs like the 2BrownDawgs. The 2BrownDawgs were procured from RESPONSIBLE breeders.  How do I know the breeder is responsible, because the breeder has maintained a relationship with the 2BrownDawgs owners.  They actually care about those puppies and the homes the puppies go to.

On the flip side both of my sisters unknowingly purchased dogs from puppy mills.

My first sister wanted a JackRat (a cross between a Jack Russell and a Rat Terrier) she found a breeder in North Carolina and when she got there she realized it was a puppy mill. 🙁  Poor little Bandit he had never walked outside of his crate.

My other sister got a dog from *shudder* Missouri, she said “Oh she’s not a puppy mill, she says she’s not.”  But when you look at the website and see the variations of designer dogs up there, well you know that she is.  The dog was sent by air and was so freaked out in the crate that he vomited on himself (which could have been air sickness) and he is now terrified of crates.

When she took him to the vet neither of his testicles had dropped, and he had a growth on his lip.  Her vet said, “Call her up and tell her she shouldn’t breed his parents anymore.”

See the difference?

Do I want more dogs to be rescued?  Of course I do. I see so many dogs with such potential being abandoned and discarded and it breaks my heart, but I also realize the value in breeding certain dogs to fulfill certain needs.

So when K finally brings little Pugsly in, I won’t say anything to her about where she bought her dog from, but what I will say is, “REALLY, with a face that cute, you couldn’t come up with a more original name than Pugsly?”

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