My discerning dog, Harrie, is above any frivolous smooching with his Mama. He prefers the more sanitary Eskimo kiss – tapping our noses, one to the other.
Mayrose and Grady? They LOVE to give me sugar. That’s what we call kissing at my house – sugar. Most days, I’d gladly tell you that my babies are “full of the sweetness”. But, don’t let Grady fool you. Sometimes he’s a rotten little monkey. None the less, he gives good sugar.
I don’t know about you, but I LOVE to walk my dogs, especially if the weather is nice. Maybe I’m weird, but I also LOVE to walk through old cemeteries. Frequently, I combine the two and walk my dogs through old cemeteries. I’m down like that.
I love to learn about history and cemeteries provide a heaping handful of education. For example, did you know that there is a large Irish population dating back into the mid 1800’s buried in the Magnolia Cemetery in downtown Augusta? The old grave markers are gorgeous as well.
I heard over the weekend, that we pet lovers will spend more than $850 million on our pets for Valentine’s Day. Huh?
Let me say it again, slowly. $850 million. On our pets. For Valentine’s Day!!!! What the what?
I love my dogs, but they can’t eat chocolate, so I would have to eat it for them. Maybe we are actually spending all of that money on us and blaming the dog?
I’ve put a lot of money into dog treats over the years. And honestly, I have rarely paid attention to the ingredients in my dogs generic treats. Sadly, I figured that they were highly processed junk, but until Harrie became allergic to wheat flour and chicken, I truly did not pay much attention to the ingredient list. I’m a bad doggy Mommy.
Likewise, I never paid much attention to where my dogs treats were made. Surely all food products for dogs are made domestically, right? Wrong-o!
Just in case you’ve never read my blog before, let me catch you up. In Mid-March of 2012 I adopted a puppy. I had had Puppy Fever for weeks. I kept trying to convince myself that I really didn’t want all of the work and expense associated with a puppy. But then I saw a picture that ate up my heart. There she was, my sweet Mayrose. I knew what I would name her, even before I met her.
The folks that I got Mayrose from did not know her exact birth date. But, I counted backward from her 6 week age and rounded off to February 1, 2012.
Poor Harrie. He may be my biggest dog, but he’s also my most easy going and tender hearted dog. He takes everything in stride. He watches over Grady and Mayrose. They require more attention than Harrie does. He is a perfect middle pup.
To whom it may concern;
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for caring for the little lives that make mine complete. Before God brought these little gifts into my life, there was you.
Re: Grady –
When I went to bed the other night, I literally had three dogs pressed up against me. I have a brand new queen sized bed, perfect for the Queen of the Hopson household. Despite the ample size of the bed, there was a dog curled up next to my belly, one behind my knees, and the biggest dog was stretched out across my feet, and I thought, “Whose bed is this, anyway?” Until it lightened.