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After a hard night's drinking Pamela came home eight teets to the wind.  

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  As you know, nothing cures depression and the pain of mourning like a dog. Most of my stories revolve around pups helping people mourn another dog, but we get the job done when it comes to losing a person too.  When Abigail Rabbet’s mom passed to the Bridge, she lost her parent, best friend, and confidant.  Abigail felt lonelier than she ever been before .  She experienced all the worst stages of grief.  She could not work because she had lost the ability to concentrate; she could not stop crying, she dyed her hair in an attempt to feel differently, and, most concerning, she binged watched Keeping Up With the Kardashians. Before her mom passed, while she was very ill, Abigail became her full-time caretaker.  They spent all day together, watching TV, talking, drinking tea, and supporting one another through the crises.  Then, in a breath, it was over.  After the passing, everything that had given Abigail and her mom pleasure now brought pain. There was no escape from the reminde

    For River, the first sign was a change in the smell emanating from under the house. “That’s not Ugly Joan,” River whispered to Pocket.   The little Yorkie walked to the floor vent and took a whiff.  “It smells like a cat to me.” Pocket observed.  For a dog whose nose looks like she ran snout first into a concrete monolith, River has a sense of smell like a wine connoisseur.  She can detect the subtle differences in odors, able to separate everything that comprises the scent. Ugly Joan’s smell had traces of wet fur, lousy attitude, and old mice. The new aroma was a combination of hickory, pine nut, cinnamon, and poop. River knew it did not belong to Joan.   It did not take long to learn who was sleeping in Ugly Joan’s bed.  The following morning as Pocket and River went to perform their morning doodies, they caught a cat with tan fur sprinkled with brown and a black and white ringed tail slinking out of Joan’s lair.   I am sure my sisters would have liked to question the new

  When dogs have litters, we know we only have three months together before being separated forever.  We are devoted to our people.  That is why we can’t keep our babies; it is impossible to give our whole hearts to humans and kids.  It is a tricky proposition.   It is even more challenging for a dog dad to maintain a relationship with his children.  Most of the time, they aren’t even there when the litter is born.  Their job is wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.  But, once a puppy starts becoming self-sufficient and stays with their parents, they bond, and if they are ripped apart after that, it becomes painful—the earlier the separation, the better.  Marvin, a Texas dog, was thrilled when two of his offspring stayed with him at their home. They became more like brothers than father and sons.  That did not interfere with his love for their parents.  But, when times became hard, their parents surrendered them.   They brought the threesome to the Doctor Dolittle Rescue.  From there, Marvin wa

 

  Worst of all Buddy found out then whole things was just a set up to take her temperature rectally. 

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  In his life, Hershey has always been in the top one percentile. He is more loved than 99% of dogs; he is cuter, sweeter, and more brilliant. When he went to the Bridge, he did so as part of the one percent but this time in a sad way.  Hershey was confronted with a myriad of health issues when he turned 12. He had a bout of renal failure, but a switch in diet improved his condition. He also had a persistent cough, which was diagnosed as an enlarged heart. Despite these challenges, Hershey continued to act like a puppy. Of course, he was masking his infirmities to keep his mom from worrying about his deteriorating condition.  When a dog is diagnosed with heart issues, its mortal existence becomes a day-to-day proposition. Hershey’s mama Patti was determined to make each minute with him memorable for the little man who captured her heart. She obtained every needed medication,  paid for prescription food, and had a ramp built next to her bed so he could climb down. She did not know it at

  Dear Sweet Mommy: The snow has melted, the temperatures have risen, the sun is stronger, the days are longer, and it is time for Pocket and River to get to stepping and sniffing. A daily walk is a chance to smell and discover what your friends did the day before, but the first few walks after a winter's hibernation provide months of information and can be overwhelming.   My sisters began their first sniff and walk at the neighbor's house where they found, sprinkled on a tree, the innermost thoughts of Samantha, the pit bull who visits the occupant.  "I am so tired of those yappy little dogs next door," Samantha peed.  "I would like to eat their little livers with some lima beans and a nice Chianti.'  "Now you have done it," River scolded Pocket. "Your incessant barking is going to turn us into an entree. "Me?  I only bark because you bark, and I mistakenly think you know what you're barking at." While, to them, they were barking