It has become an annual affair, my visit to the vet. While some Labradoodles dislike their annual fitness review, I neither love nor hate it. It simply IS--a necessary cursory inspection to ensure that all with this lively Labradoodle body is physically and psychologically well. I say well but I actually mean swell which is... Continue Reading →
“That dog’s in a wheelchair!” exclaimed my Mama human Kathie. Puzzled and gob smacked, my Papa human Ken replied with uncharacteristic brevity “what?” “There’s a dog in wheelchair” mama continued. “Well, it’s not a wheelchair but some sort of harness or assistive device (Mama is an Occupational Therapist with a specialty in wheelchair configuration, hence... Continue Reading →
Spoiler alert! This blog is co-written with my humans though the opinions expressed, and discoveries noted are entirely my own. My humans actually have a lot of time to co-write with me, as they are now both retired. Six months! Wow. When retired, the gaze of humans shifts, from that of the workplace where home... Continue Reading →
All I can say is I am glad I don’t need to greet strangers as dogs do. While on her daily promenades, our sweet and sassy Labradoodle, Juno spots potential playmates from quite a distance. Typically she crouches down, expecting surrounding plant growth to camouflage her quite visible self to the approaching dog. The two... Continue Reading →
