Dale the Labrador here, writing to wish you a very happy 2019, as I always have a tremendous opinion about everything, especially if a snacky-snack is part of the conversation. My “dog mom” Patricia, is typing for me, since it is very difficult when you have paws and no thumbs at all! Let me tell… Continue reading Happy New Year… from Dale the Dog!
A Throwback Thursday just for you, from about six weeks after Dale came to live with us. If you don't know Dale's story, please see earlier Maggie and Dale posts, but it's safe to say that this old blind dog had a rough life before he was rescued... Mr. H. was working on medical filing.… Continue reading Dale Shuffles Papers While I Buy Shoes
It's "Throwback Thursday," so here's a trip back only about eight months ago, from notes in my doggie journal... By now, two and a half years after coming to live with us, Dale is a well-adjusted, happy blind dog, and Maggie puts up with him, most of the time. One night we walked before dinner,… Continue reading Dale and Maggie and the Great Big Knock
In 1794, the poet Robert Burns said his love was like a red, red rose. Dale agrees. Mr. H. and I are celebrating our anniversary this weekend, so I'll start with a story that happened the evening before our 31st Anniversary, less than a month after Dale had come to live with us. I was… Continue reading Dale Dog and the Roses
This is another story from my dog journal. It happened a little over a month after we got our big blind dog Dale from Atlanta Lab Rescue. Mr. H. was out of town on 9/16/16, and daughter Lucy was still living at home. Maggie, our elderly "mini-lab," still reigned supreme, sleeping upstairs with us,… Continue reading Dale Explores the Pantry
Dale, the big blind Labrador, had been a naughty boy. Very naughty. The Dog Mom needed a break from Dale. So, Dale went to Jail. It wasn’t actually Jail. It was more like a three-week playdate with his dog-cousin Ivy, at our daughter Sarah’s house. “Dale goes to Jail” was a bit of a family… Continue reading Dale Goes to Jail… But He thinks He’s at Camp and Makes Some Art
As I've been looking over the Dale and Maggie journal, I've been realizing how far we've come, from the huge blind dog who didn't know where he was, and was just learning our voices. He liked Maggie pretty quickly, although she wasn't too crazy about him at first. Here's a little blast from my journal… Continue reading Dogs, Zucchini, and Getting Along! A Blast from the Past…