Sheba is our fourth rescue dog. Life with her is never boring. Do you have a special pet? Isn’t it amazing how quickly they become family?
Friends of Sheba, please do not worry. She is alive and well and still part of the family. But, read on: My husband had a medical emergency of sorts that was going to require us to be out of the house for an unknown period of time, and possibly spread out over a few days.Continue reading “Life Without a Dog”
**There are two important notes at the end of this post, I hope you will read them:) UP and at ’em Sheba has been with us for 20 months now and, according to her records, was six years old on June 25th. I can finally see a discernable routine in our days. You might thinkContinue reading “Settling into a Schedule (of sorts) with Sheba”
Things about Sheba that make me sad: Sheba will be six years old on June 25th, at least according to her rescue records, and she will have been with us for a year and a half. I do not know a lot about dogs, just the dogs that we have had. Sometimes I wonder ifContinue reading “Sheba’s Quiet Life”
When we brought Sheba to our house, she had not yet lived in a traditional home. That is, if the hoarding situation she had been rescued from was a home, it was a home filled with stacked dog crates. Then after she was surrendered/rescued she was in the local animal shelter for about two weeks.Continue reading “Life with a Tentative Dog”
Sheba is our fourth rescue dog in thirty years. When we lost Misty in the Fall of 2019, my husband and I had an unspoken agreement, or assumption, that we would be adopting another rescue dog. There were certainly some concerns, we are not young (sigh!), we are retired, well, partially retired in my case,Continue reading “INTRODUCING SHEBA”
When we lost our dog Roxanne, in April of 2012, I said I was not getting another dog until I retired. That anticipated retirement date was six years in the future. I lasted a little more than six weeks. I meant what I said, and I was determined, but I was somewhat unaware. I wasContinue reading “Misty”
I was never the kind of mother that painstakingly folded her children’s clothes, matched and rolled their socks and lined them in their chest of drawers once they were old enough to do those things for themselves. In fact, I felt a burst of independence when my children were old enough to begin doing theirContinue reading “The Gift”