Yearn for a pet but worry you’re not qualified? In this post, guest blogger Cathi addresses just about every possible apprehension. Can you think of more reasons? Intro written by Cathi to her post below: “Cathi writes a blog about growing older with silliness, high spirits and a lot of heart. It's a series of… Continue reading Conversation with a Kitten by Cathi→
Don't care for dogs? Scared of them? No matter. Give one enough time and they'll will make you fall in love with them. If you take a look first here, and secondly here, and then lastly here, you'll understand how I'm my own best example of this! Darren Sleep of Northern England, who's blog I… Continue reading Molly the unofficial Therapy dog by Darren Sleep→
Reading today in EurekAlert! – The Global Source for Science News (www.eurekalert.org) comes an article entitled: Your Dog Remembers What You Did
Henry, the Asylum’s mascot (to your left) and resident mischief-maker does indeed remember what we do here. He remembers that if he picks up a Locust pod and starts to chomp away on the poisonous seeds in the pod, that we’ll chase him all over the compound. Never mind that all pods have been raked and properly disposed of – he seems to have a cache of pods stashed somewhere outside that can be magically retrieved within seconds of departure time from the back yard door. He delights in the chase. Once the game is on, he blitzes in full gallop, pod proudly in his mouth, taunting us to even try to catch him. We never can.
He remembers that if guests come to the compound, he is NOT…
After my post about the benefits my pets get from a good daily brushing, some folks asked about the kind of brush I use. Here they are. They're called slicker brushes. They dig deep into my pets' fur and I have yet to find a cat or dog that doesn't love getting brushed with them.… Continue reading Here’s the Brush I Use on My Cats and Dogs→
Henry, the Asylum’s mascot (to your left) and resident mischief-maker does indeed remember what we do here. He remembers that if he picks up a Locust pod and starts to chomp away on the poisonous seeds in the pod, that we’ll chase him all over the compound. Never mind that all pods have been raked and properly disposed of – he seems to have a cache of pods stashed somewhere outside that can be magically retrieved within seconds of departure time from the back yard door. He delights in the chase. Once the game is on, he blitzes in full gallop, pod proudly in his mouth, taunting us to even try to catch him. We never can.
