My parents and I headed up to the new sanctuary spot to check out the barns and fencing. Of course, the dynamic duo had to come along - it's one of their few opportunities at being a dog. By that, I mean getting to run loose, unfettered by leashes and traffic and commands. Free to roll in poop, drink up disgusting water, leap through the tall grass ( Read more... )

Happy Eleven Years, Mina!!


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The dogs and I are sharing broccoli and hummus. Both Celeste and Mina LOVE IT BECAUSE THEY ARE CRAZY. Times like these, I swear my dogs could be vegan.

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Mina started choking on a large piece of meat this afternoon. She flopped over and couldn't breathe and I just felt my heart drop. I am trying to think of a time when I've been so scared, so helpless. I just can't ( Read more... )

The term "ghost town" seems to be a relative term - I generally conjure up an image of abandoned buildings, tumbleweeds, overgrown foliage, off the beaten path. Seems others define ghost town more leniently as a place that is a ghost of its former glory or partially abandoned or even a town of some historical value.
Yesterday I dragged a friend (polyphonicvegan ( Read more... )

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