Reframing the past

Caring for Lynn through her heartworm treatment brought up memories of my past and how my family treated the animals that we owned and loved. I already mentioned in a previous post the MANY, MANY litters of kittens that we allowed our barn cat, Snooze, to deliver.  Looking back, I really can’t believe how littleContinue reading “Reframing the past”

Heartworm stinks…so does the treatment

Once a dog has heartworm, it can be treated, but the treatment is costly, painful, and dangerous.  Lynn had already been treated at the shelter with her first injection of melarsomine, an organic arsenical chemotherapy agent used to kill heartworms.  Dogs with heartworm typically have three melarsomine injections, spaced out by 4-6 weeks to ensureContinue reading “Heartworm stinks…so does the treatment”

Lynn settles into life at the Barbaro house

Lynn was such a sweet, good natured pup.  She never gave me a reason to worry about her with Livie or the children.  She was a smiler, a lover, a wagger.  And yet, life with Lynn was not always simple.  Even if she had once been loved, Lynn had never been trained.  She just didn’tContinue reading “Lynn settles into life at the Barbaro house”

Lynn’s other affliction

After Lynn taught us to leave her out of her crate to keep her calm, we all settled into a routine.  She became a member of the household, following along with us as we transitioned through our days.  She loved joining us in the kitchen while we prepared meals and ate.  She loved exploring theContinue reading “Lynn’s other affliction”

Canine Fosters

Home is where the dog is. ~Abby Geni Click on the post title below the foster dog’s name to learn more about our foster experience with them! Morgan A dog! Morgan makes herself at home Things go wrong Following up with Morgan Following up with Morgan, Part 2 Gerralynn Gerralynn Gerralynn comes home! Lynn teachesContinue reading “Canine Fosters”

In which I make some rookie dog walker mistakes

My first day as an official, independent dog walker at the shelter was a cold one.  I was wearing my volunteer t-shirt though, really, there was no point to that; it was hidden under a sweatshirt, a down jacket, and a windbreaker.  Each exhalation condensed into a little puff of fog.  Inhaling the frigid airContinue reading “In which I make some rookie dog walker mistakes”