The two great loves of my life. Maisy has never been a dog who likes to be touched, although she will tolerate it. She especially h...

Logically, adopting Pyg was one of the dumbest ideas I've ever had. Struggling under the weight of Maisy's medical bills, her slo...

It's been about a month since Pyg came into our life. That really isn't very long, but he's fit into our lives so seamlessly th...

When Maisy was in the ICU, I never once wondered if we'd ever compete in another dog show. I didn't think about the ribbons and t...

I love my dog. I’m sure this is surprising to exactly no one; I am not shy in sharing just how enamored I am by her. Maisy is also my heart...

We did it! Maisy got her ARCH this weekend! This has been a long-term goal of mine, and one that I had feared would be unattainable. And ye...

Last Saturday, Maisy and I went to an APDT/WCRL trial hosted by our breed club, the Minnesota Mixed Breed Club. It was a smashing success...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love your furry face and mismatched ears, And the way you bravely face all your fears. Your en...

Five years ago today, Maisy came home. “Home” was actually a group home. My job was to supervise the staff and daily operations of the hom...

With the cold weather and short days, I've been making an effort to take Maisy to pet stores to train. This not only gives us much more ...

I am not a perfect trainer. I make a lot of mistakes. My criteria is often inconsistent. Sometimes I push her too hard, and sometimes I d...

On Saturday, Maisy went to the emergency vet because there was blood in her urine. Assuming it was a UTI, but wanting to be sure, the vet a...

Snowflakes on noses and big doggy grins; Bright shining eyes and excited spins; All of the balls that she constantly brings; These are a fe...

Four years ago today, I brought Maisy home. I can't believe how much she's changed my life.

I know it was wrong, but who could resist this face? Coming from the Midwest, I am motivated by nothing if not by guilt, which means that Ia...

During the first year after I learned that Maisy was reactive, I wished for a miracle. I wished she could be normal. Having a reactive dog c...

Long time readers of this blog know that Maisy is generally a fearful dog. She always has been, ever since puppyhood . In fact, if I were t...

Last weekend, my husband and I took Maisy to a local state park. It was a beautiful day: warm, but not too hot, mostly sunny, and perhaps be...

In my last entry , I detailed what the questions are, but I really didn't personalize them. (Seriously, folks, I'm already pretty lo...

Maisy must have been a retriever in her past life, because she is obsessed with tennis balls. I wake up with them in my bed, I get them drop...