It’s a TONGUE thing …

If you are into canine body language than you are one of those persons on this planet that is hyper aware of how a dog uses their tongue. A student of the tongue more or less. It is one of the first overt body language signals a new dog trainer learns to observe, in social…

Living with an Actively Dying Dog

Death is not my strong suit. It might just be my lesson in life this go around, to learn how to feel about it, and know that in death there is completion in the circle of life. It is the finality of it that shakes me though. Death is not a side effect, it cannot…

the last dance …

A couple of days ago I had my dogs over at our gym. I had a crate set up for Ocean in case she just wanted to hang out while I worked the Boyz. I’m not sure why I thought that though, she has never said no to work. Ever. As soon as Ocean saw…

my cautious, fearful, Ocean – part 3

As Ocean and I were growing together, our household grew as well, intentionally I might add. Story came to our home when Ocean was three, and $eeker moved in just two years later. Again, I think it would be fair to state that Ocean would have preferred to be our only dog, possibly the only…

my cautious, fearful, Ocean – part 2

Ocean was growing into the most gorgeous dog I could have imagined. Actually, I didn’t know what to imagine. She was the only ‘mostly white’ one in her litter, the rest were black and white like the Border Collie mom, or blue merle like the Australian Shepherd dad. She was changing, and I loved waking…

my cautious, fearful, Ocean – part 1

I’ve always been attracted to the road less traveled. And this road symbolizes pretty much every aspect of my life, my choices, and how I see my world. I suppose it stems from an alive and well curiosity, and a desire to learn by doing. Kind of like a ‘full immersion’ life experience, every day,…

Go NORTH Go EAST

Easter Sunday, for as long as I have been married with children, has been spent on mountain trails or the back roads of some place. We wake up early, pack a bunch of food, clothing for all weather (because you just never know in Montana), our dogs, and we head North or East. Mini Vans…

the view never gets old

It seems as though, since January, that change is in the air. I have been teaching, lecturing, training, writing, and working in my office, more than what I had planned. I am grateful, don’t get me wrong, but I have a tendency to work way too much. I am the person who needs to be…

my lost boy

We all have our own way of grieving. We all take the time we need, or should learn to do so. We all have different hearts, feelings, and emotions that dictate how we will handle loss. Or not handle it. For me, I’m historically knocked to my knees, no matter how prepared I think I…