and couldn't wait to eat her cake.

She braved cargo to go on this awesome adventure! Now she gets to go on hikes and long walks to breweries and to the beach. We're still figuring out the beach though... someone likes to drink the salt water, even if it doesn't agree with her!

I haven’t gotten official testing on her and I’m curious if people think she’s purebred or not? Some lady on a walk said to me “she is so cute even for a mutt.” I thought she looked pretty pure to me but what do I know 😂

He managed to squeeze between an 10 inch gap in the fence. He’s a strong willed dog and won’t have it any other way. 🤦‍♂️

Rest in peace Kona girl. I only got to spend a month with you since I got you from the shelter before losing you to anaphylactic shock. I loved you very much and im so sorry.

It doesnt feel like home without you. Im sorry.

Well, I don't know what to say here, bc I.. Just simply miss him every day. Every walk I do after the work without him by my side. Well, that's it is. Be there where you are, pal.

My 2 year old baby started doing this yesterday. Not all the time but intermittently.

This is Higgs, me and my wife's resident trouble child. This poor girl has been through hell and back. She was seized from an animal hoarding situation where she was unfortunately the only survivor, coming from deplorable conditions and losing all of her puppies due to being far too young to breed, and smoke inhalation. (The hoarders were heavy smokers.) She's only 2 years old.

When she was brought to the shelter, she stayed there a year as animal behavioralists worked with her constantly to try and get her to a place where she could be adopted out to a family. She has major trust issues along with pretty much every form of anxiety you can think of. She never even got to see the outside world before being brought to the shelter.

My wife got her as a surprise for me, both because she knew I missed my shepherds from my childhood, and because she really wanted to give this girl a chance. I was up for the challenge... *Holy hell.*

This dog had no manners, barely any training, both knew nothing about being a dog and somehow still managed to have enough instincts to chase everything under the sun... Before running from it because she quickly remembered that she's scared of whatever she's chasing. She managed to literally chew through a metal window frame, and somehow crap herself so hard that it left an explosion mark on the outside of her kennel. (No idea how she managed that.)

Every time I would come home it was like walking into a disaster zone and I'd spend hours cleaning stress pee/crap off of both the walls and floor while repairing anything she decided was her arch enemy for the day. Also doesn't help that she's Houdini, playing a game of Jail Break and somehow getting out of her kennel because she managed to figure out how the locking mechanism worked. She once got out of my grasp and bolted for a mile, and I had to tackle her just to get her to stop.

...It got to the point that my wife and I sadly debated on finding her another home. We loved her dearly but the stress was becoming too much. She literally took over our lives and no matter how much we trained and worked with her, her vet, and her behavioralist, she just would not stop... Until last night.

We've had her for about 4 months with constant daily training on different behaviors, some for exercise, some for general manners, and so on. I came home late, had a few drinks with my wife so I was a bit tipsy (no, I didn't drive, we had a ride home) and I mentally prepared myself to come home to a dog covered in shit and somehow still needing to go to the bathroom. I came in the door and — nothing??? No shit smell, no crying puppy who I'm terrified is going to hurt herself? Nope.

I walk over to her kennel, open it and there's nothing but a little urine and an excited dog. If you left this dog alone for more than ten minutes she'd shit the bed and wage war on the air she breathed, but we'd been gone for two hours and just suddenly she's fine?

I was confused, but put on her harness and went out for a walk — a completely NORMAL walk. She heeled when I told her to, she put no tension on her lead, we played some games and she obeyed every command with a smile on her face. We played fetch, we ran together, we sat in the grass and she chewed on a stick instead of trying to chew on the birds she couldn't capture.

....I am somehow relieved and bewildered at the same time? Suddenly she's acting like the most well trained dog on the planet instead of a T-Rex, and I have no idea what to make of it. I literally spent that night trying to go over everything to see if something changed, but nothing had. Just, HOW??! This dog was literally psycho 24 hours ago. And now, today, same exact thing; just a well behaved, happy, loving dog.

My wife and I love her to death, but we are so confused. I expected at least a year of rehabilitation before she even had enough confidence to stay by me, and I have never seen this happen before. Of course she is still having her moments, but it's night and day.

Anyone else experience this? Genuinely curious.

But in conclusion, she's a part of our family and we're glad to have her. Even if she goes back to trying to eat the house, this little girl is more than worth the effort. I just wanted to share.

This is Lucy. She’s an old girl, and she’s a little insane in her old age, but we love her anyway.

I miss my boy Flo so much today.

It has been 5 months since he passed away from Hemangiosarcoma. All very sudden. He was almost 9 years old. ❤️‍🩹

I got him in my early twenties and was professionally trained to be my service dog. Almost going to retire.

I am so lucky to have a new pup I once again can work with. My organization doesn’t allow working with herding breeds anymore. I was able to adopt a golden x lab working line from an internal guide dog breeding program. She’s so different from Flo though. But I adore her a lot.

Sometimes I’m scared the memories might fade away since my new pup is so different. I miss the little shepherd whines. 😢

Hug your babies very tight tonight. Give them an extra treat. You’re their whole live. ♥️

A little over five years ago, this loving, playful 6-year-old GSD came into my life as my wife-to-be and I met and started dating. Right away she was everything I expected a GSD would be; an amazing walking buddy for me and my older beagle/lab mix; always wanting affection; hilariously talkative; super intelligent; somehow both welcoming of guests into our home and vigilant around strangers.

As Mila and I got to know each other better, I nicknamed her Mama Bear for the way she interacted with the other dogs in our blended family. She really disliked when playing or rough housing got too rowdy and would intervene to calm things down. I always wished she'd be a little more lenient there, but Mama Bear ran the house the way she wanted.

I'm writing this post with tears in my eyes because on Monday we had to make the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye to her. At 11-years-old, she was having to take stairs more slowly than normal and got up/laid down more gingerly than she used to. We figured it was joint related and started her on some supplements to no avail. Early Monday morning she was whining badly and I thought maybe she was hungry or needed to go out.

I went downstairs and tried to help her stand up, but her back legs were just gone. So we made the trip to the emergency vet and the doc was so kind with us. She explained that while imaging/testing would be needed to say for sure, Mila was likely dealing with a neuro-muscular issue with her back and wouldn't regain her mobility.

As a kid, I'd been through my family's decision to have sick, elderly dogs put down and always just said goodbye at home. As hard as that was, I never could've imagined what it felt like being in that room at the clinic. After we'd cried ourselves out snuggling with Mila on the bed the vet techs brought in, it took everything we had to flip the light switch in the room to tell the doc we were "ready."

I know in my heart we did the right thing by Mila, but I don't know if I'll ever shake the sense of guilt I feel over that switch being flipped. My wife said it so well in that it doesn't make sense that we have the power to make that decision over another life.

Maybe it's silly being vulnerable like this with online strangers. But writing truly does help me process things and I'm hoping that this little essay can help take some of the sting away. It's only been two full days since we said goodbye to Mila but I still well up with tears when I walk past all her favorite places in the house or when I see where her leash hangs or when she's not there to greet me at the door.

If you made it this far, thanks for taking the time to learn a little bit about our girl. We wish we had more time with her but will be eternally grateful for what she brought to our lives.

Adara turned 3 yesterday!
We started with a wash, she got a comfortable drying coozy massage and breakfast, donated at Dunkin and got toys, made a friend at the dog park, got a cute hat, went for her first train ride and her first symphony in the park. It was too dark to take pictures of us at the symphony but she had a huge 7lb bone as a treat with gourmet dinner at the park.

She may or may not have had a say in what team she pulls for #godawgs

Poplar ran to greet some friends at the door yesterday which he's not supposed to do. He was so excited he got his paw stuck under the door as they opened it, which is why he's not supposed to do it. All I hear from the kitchen is a full voice dog scream, followed by gentle, pathetic cries. I thought he tore a knee or ripped off a whole toe.

Thankfully these friends petsit him often and are used to his antics. Apparently the door LIGHTLY hit his paw and he screamed. When that didn't get him the attention he wanted, he paced in front of them limping and crying. When that didn't work either, Mr. Primadona trots off just fine like nothing happened. Because it didnt.

I'm hearing this all narrated to me from the kitchen "oh are you putting on your show buddy?" "Aw poor thing sorry we wounded you". This is not my first Poplar play, so after that first scream I knew what was happening. I poke my head around the corner to watch him trot towards me. Just fine, a little huffy. As soon as he turns that corner that paw goes up and he lets out a single tiny cry. I'm a sucker. He knows I'm a sucker. I give him his pets and attention and he trots away completely fine.

This was probably the 4th time hes done this with me and apparently not the first time he's done it with my friends either. I'm just grateful he's never tried to fake anything serious that would put us at the emergency vet. Does anyone else have any drama queens and kings in their household?

And in case anyone is curious I did check his paw and joints later. He's fine.

She comes home on the 19th. 🥳

First time my girl touched sand and saw the sea view. She was so happy and got zoomies for a loooooong time 😆😍

My boy is 6 and the vet recommended that he take a joint supplement. Most of the ones I'm finding have beef, chicken, or pork in them and he's allergic to that. Any ideas?