Who knew that something so perfectly simple and completely safe would work so well for Naomi’s annual spring itch? It worked immediately and it was necessary to use it once a week for just a few weeks. Researching this further, I discovered that organic unpasteurized apple cider vinegar has been used to treat minor dog skin allergies and itching for many, many years. Continue Reading
Decided to give this recipe its own page. It’s HERE.
Sometimes less is best.
Sometimes I find a surprise when reviewng new pictures. This is one of them. What a cute little dog! He’s not too sure about the camera thing.
The pet food industry has a particularly checkered reputation when it comes to truth in ingredient and packaging issues. The FDA has been willing to turn a blind eye and give mystery ingredients in dog food a pass for years, even knowing that a large number of commercial dog foods contain the remains of euthanized cats and dogs from rendering plants. Continue Reading
The great writers, Thomas Hardy and Charles Dickens, would have loved the high-definition movies of today. They were writing their books in high-definition long before the phrase was ever coined.
Then, there was the opposite approach to writing. Ernest Hemingway reportedly once wrote a six-word short story:
‘For sale: baby shoes, never worn.’
A couple of weeks ago, the grass around our home was sprayed with some sort of pesticide. The next day, Naomi’s lower stomach and back legs were red and very itchy. I took her to the beach, since a swim in the salt water would probably help, and then gave her a nice, cool bath. It helped a little, but not much. I decided to take her to the doctor the next day if it wasn’t improved. Continue Reading
A single thought on a single afternoon on a single day.
The day I would meet Naomi.
It had been a year since the sudden, tragic deaths of my others. Even today, I sometimes stop to remember the details, testing myself to make sure that I don’t ever forget them. The incredible velvety softness of Iko’s chow ears, her perpetual slightly disapproving looks, her dainty little trot. Mindy’s wavy hair that grew so fast, the way she enjoyed being kissed over and over and over on her forehead, her fascination with toes, the way she always tried so hard to be a like the big dogs. I thought I would never get over losing them, but somehow I knew that now enough time had passed. The day, this day, the wonderful day of days, had finally come. Continue Reading
I adopted Naomi several years ago from an animal shelter. The shelter and our veterinarian said that she is a Picardi sheepdog mixed-breed dog. Picardi sheepdogs have historically been concentrated mostly in Northern France and a rare breed nowadays. The breed had become almost extinct by the end of World War Two. So tragic. Continue Reading