Dog friends are the best friends. Right? So last week, when I had a day with dog friends, I had a great day! I think one of the things I’m appreciating more and more about dog blogging is the opportunity to interact with dogs ALL THE TIME. I’m much more bold, now, about walking up to strangers and asking to photograph their dogs. They always say yes. Would you say yes? I would.
Last week I visited with a long-time friend who has little dogs. You met her Gracie last week:
Once upon a time I was not a fan of small dogs. One of the other things dog blogging (and getting old) has done for me has been to open my dog horizon. The more I interact with small dogs who are loved and trained, the more I enjoy and appreciate the small dog.
So I brought a big bag of JNC Lamb Lung Puffs to Toby and Gracie’s house last week, to test my theory that they are truly dog candy (so far my mom’s little Honey is the only dog who’s not a fan). I walked into the house and both little dogs were jumping at the bag, sniffing.
Jones definitely has a winner with the Lamb Lung Puffs.
Toby and Gracie snatched their lung puffs and disappeared. Then came back for more.
Then their mama and I sat down to catch up on life. She told me Gracie and Toby’s stories. I’m all about a good story, so I’m going to share. Stories are meant to be shared, yes?
Gracie was a pound dog. They think she is part Chihuahua. She is one of the friendliest little dogs I’ve encountered, nothing protective or angry about her. And she LOVES her family. Especially her little girl.
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Gracie has been with the family for a good, long while.
Toby was an ARF dog. Don’t know what ARF is? I didn’t either. It stands for Animal Rescue Foundation and adopts out strays. They also speak strongly on spaying and neutering and won’t adopt out to anyone whose current dogs and cats are not spayed or neutered, as it’s against the law, in Tulsa, to own an unfixed dog over six months without a breeder’s license.
Anydog, Toby was found as a full grown dog in a tiny crate, surrounded by kittens. My friend’s sister works for a local vet and rescue and alerted her to the dog, I think.
Why are there so many heart breaking stories about dogs and cats? Why? I wish I could take care of them all. Is that a little girl wish? It should be a grown up wish.
If wishes were horses …
Equine desires aside, I’m going to wish you and your dog friends a very Tasty Fat Tuesday.  And I’m going to look at ARF’s volunteer policy, as the Humane society has still not contacted me, though have I shown up and called them. Someday …
Until I write again …
Flea
