Happy Dogs on Thursday, little friday and Thankful Thursday. This week feels as though it has lasted forever. I can’t wait for the weekend, and to my knowledge, we have no plans at all. Whew!
Firstly, I’d like to direct you to the girls’ blog. Gretchen has a post today that has been a long time coming. Several of you probably realized early on that she’s a timid little thing, but the time has come to address it. She is our pampered little princess, and Sissy still will go to Gretchen if I ask, “Where’s the baby?” but her nervousness and fears are holding her back from fully LIVING. Ironically, things came to a head about 10 days ago for me, and this week, one of the doggy emails that arrives daily in my inbox is focusing on books to help fearful dog owners. Since I don’t believe in coincidences, it’s time to quit talking about how to help Gretchen and get on with it.
There’s also a post from earlier in the week that has very few replies, and that surprises me. I’m curious about what dog publications you read…
And for Thankful Thursday, I have to give a shout-out to my girl Amy. She saw this magnet and knew I needed it. Only the actual DOG is the magnet in question… the other is just a freebie from ASPCA that helped the mostly white hound show up on my white refrigerator. Love me a pudgy, senior basset with those monster paws and no real legs to be seen…
Don’t we all appreciate those thoughtful little cards and parcels that show up out of the blue? I aspire to be better about that, but Amy and her heart of a giver actually DOES it. She’s just one example of my BIG thankfulness this week (well, always, but this week, it’s getting some press). I’m so very blessed to have incredible, compassionate friends who REALLY understand me and really care about my dogs too.
A few of you have already heard me groan about my life as a “pageant mom” with Sissy. It’s true; our local vet’s office has dubbed her The Queen and/or Queenie, and they actually make the world stop to fawn over her when we walk in. I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to it, but I accepted a while ago that there’s just something SPECIAL about our silly, drama-seeking hound.
Last but not least – okay, so this post isn’t much about bassets after all – I’m delighted to report that Penn has found his forever home with a flyball Jack Russell pack north of here. I can’t imagine anything that could make him happier! I’m sure he’ll be a big success and a great advocate for deaf doggy athletes everywhere.