Puppy Love –Part 3

We had watched from the sidelines, but now our captain was gone and ten tiny lives were completely in our hands. Momma dogs do more than just nurse their babies; they lick their bellies to stimulate pee, lick their bodies to keep them clean, and lick up their puppies' poop also to help with cleanliness.... Continue Reading →

Puppy Love –Part 2

Mojo defied the odds from the moment she was born, but we had no idea just how steep those odds would become during the birth of her own puppies. Early spring we noticed Mojo was rapidly gaining weight.  Two weeks later, she looked like she was going to explode, and we knew puppies were on... Continue Reading →

Puppy Love — Part 1

She wasn't meant for this world. At not quite 6 oz., she wasn't even half the size of her littermates.  My daughter Gracie, who was 11 at the time, hadn't left the momma's side since her labor had started at 9:00 that humid July morning.  The tiny chocolate runt was the fifth of fourteen puppies.... Continue Reading →

Bite Me

Writing is therapeutic. No shocking info there, right? If you're reading this, you probably already subscribe to that philosophy. Well, my last blog post was beyond words restorative. It was holy moly, in-your-face, why-didn't-I-see-that-before kind of shocking. Let me explain.  After clicking "publish" on my last post, I scanned over the finished product, as I... Continue Reading →

The Stuff You Use

I didn't want this life. Correction.  I don't want this life.  To say "didn't" is to imply that I have since changed my mind. I haven't. But to dig my heals in and refuse to move forward in spite of the circumstances is unproductive and exhausting.  Does it take more energy to kick and scream,... Continue Reading →

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