Most of these photos I personally find appalling! The only time I can see an animal wearing clothes is if they truly need to wear a sweater due to the elements. For the most part Dogs have a wearable coat on for a reason!

 A fawn followed this beagle home -- right through the doggie door --  in the Bittinger, MD area.

The owner came home to find the visitor  had made himself right at home.
This Hit the 6 o'clock news big

Any one that has ever read this blog knows I have 3 grandchildren. My youngest is Andrew Robert who just turned 2 last month, then I have Katie Ann who turned 3 last September. Then there is Jeremiah Lee that I write about the most since he lives in my town who just turned 7 a few days back!
But none of my children have adopted a child until now. I would like you to meet the new owner of my son Troy and his wife Dil, (known as Amanda by all others) His name is Chumba! The reason I say he owns them and not the other way around is because when you are a true pet lover and owner the animals own you! After all Chumba has already made "his people" take adorable pictures of him to mail out.! Is he not just a little QT? He is an Italian greyhound, 9 weeks old and will only be 13 or 14 lbs tops when he grows up.
I have already received updates of his potty training habits, (which are excellent) You go Chumba!!!! Only a dog that owns his parents get people to divulge that much information! Yup I think Chumba found himself some good "people"!!!

I just now received a link to a quick little video that I just must share. I just now erased a big story I was going to add about it, but I have decided against it. It needs no introduction. What this dog does is something I have never seen before, at least not anywhere near this extent. I just wish I could rent him for the winters where I live. Do I have your curiosity yet?
Check this out and let me know what YOU think!
Allison
http://www.dogwork.com/dogsnow/

Ireally hate to admit it, but sometimes I will keep my mouth shut to keep the peace, or to keep the peace I should say in others minds. I own a half breed Pit Bull, "Nala." Her pictures are all over this blog and my others. When I got her as puppy and took her into the Veterinarians for shots and then to set her up to be spayed, they asked me her breed, I told them she was half Labrador and traveling sales-dog. I was guilty of an out-right point blank BOLD FACED lie to this Veterinarian. It was brought up that she looked "Pit" I crumbled in defeat as I knew the truth was out. I actually asked this Vet to PLEASE not write that down on "Nala's" paperwork. She would not do it. My dog was now officially "labeled" And I worry about her more. I also have a Border Collie/Australian Shepherd mix. His name is "Buick" and he too is plastered all over my blogs. I do not worry about him hardly at all the way I do about "Nala." Why? Well because he is not labeled and therefore people will not look for something to pick on him about. "Nala" will have to live her life being "different" and looked upon "differently" because of what sooo many people with preconceived notions of what my Nala may do or be capable of doing.
As if Buick could not do the same thing!!!! They are both DOGS afterall!

Remember that they can't do a lot of things for themselves and that they depend on you to make their life a quality life!
A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS..........


1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.

4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.

5. Talk to me.. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.

7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.

9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.

10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.

~Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters.

~Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs!

To pick up my "Buick." Yep, my Buick went to jail last evening. Seems he was found parked in the middle of the highway, not the middle of the street, laying in wait to attack any other "Buick" or Chevy or Ford that drove by. My "Buick" has taken to his old habits of chasing cars. Yes, my Buick is my dog, rescued from our local animal shelter 16 months ago at the age of 4 months, a half breed of Australian Shepherd and Border Collie, both herding dogs, it did not take long once we got him to his new home (our house) that this dog was going to "herd" anything that moved. Full of love and excitement for our new found family member we were beside ourselves with the very real reality that we may lose this dog do to his his breed and that of which he new best! Herding

We live at the last house of a of a street that maybe has 10 houses, on a small country road in the mountains. Although we do not have a fenced yard , my husband who has lived here for 30 years, has had dogs whom he taught not to go out into the street. When I met my husband 5 years ago. (I was a widow) I brought a small mutt into the relationship, and my husband had a 17 year old big dog. Her name was Beaulah and she did not venture out into the road. I too found it very easy to teach my little dog the same thing.

In the first year of my moving in after getting married, my husband lost Beaulah of old age. We still had my little Mutt dog Nick who was six years old. We went to my fathers house in southern ca. where "Nick" was dog-napped right from my fathers house, something that's quite popular down there, especially little dogs where the amount of money they (the dog-nappers) get from selling them or from a "reward" is out of this world.We never did find "Nick" and my heart was broken terribly. I did not think I would ever get another dog. As time went on tho' we realized something was missing from our lives and that's when we took the trip 27 miles away to our closest town to our local animal shelter.
(We bought our new dog, my husband named him (Don't ask))

And that is the same trip we took this morning for the same dog.

When we realized Buick was a car chaser,We ended up buying him a shock collar and as horrible as that sounds I only shocked him once and my husband only had to do it once also, equipped with a buzzer, the dog relates the buzzer to doing something wrong and learns immediately to quit the bad behavior. Buick was a fast learner and he quit chasing cars and learned to stay on the property.We have not had any problem with him since. We even got him a little sister named Nala, to play with. Although Nala is 3 times as big as he is now.

We do not know why Buick ran away yesterday afternoon, and we were right on top of it, out looking for him. Coming home to see if he were here, we walked in the front door to the sound of a ringing telephone.On the other end was our local (although 27 miles away) animal shelter. This is when we learned that Buick had fallen off the wagon and up to his old tricks. It also was closing time at the animal shelter and our beloved Buick had to stay "parked" in their garage for the night!

And so it goes