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The Reviews Are In!


Well some of them are. Most people have shared their opinion with me but not with the public. For those of you who have shared your thoughts with me, thank you.  You comments  and kind words have made me glad I took the chance on sharing my life and especially my loves with you.

I ask that you share your thoughts with others through word of mouth or a formal review on whatever site you got your copy of the book. My goal is to reach out to as many people as I can and maybe save some more lost souls along the way.  I promise you, it will be worth the effort.

I did find a new topic for my next book. It is a departure from non-fiction and I can’t wait to share it with you. All in good time.

On another note, I will be at the Skagit Valley Gardens on November 17th at 5 PM for Ladies Night.  I will have books for sale and signing.  I would be happy to sign your book if you have already purchased one.

Also amongst the crowd will be my talented artist friend Rebecca. She will be there showcasing her art. Her art is colorful, cheerful and lights up a room.  Come see for yourself and let Rebecca’s art put a smile on your face.  This is one of Rebecca’s many amazing projects.



Besides vendors, there will be lots of beautiful decorated Christmas trees, goodie bags, raffle tickets, beer, wine, food and an ugly Christmas sweater contest.

I hope to see you there. It will be a great chance to hang out with your friends and maybe make some new ones.  Just think, you can knock out some of your Christmas shopping as well.

Moose won’t be there this time but he may be at the next one where he will give lots of lovely ladies kisses! I promise he will have a clean nose by then.




Make Time To Dream

FTLOMI made some time to dream. Truth be told, I take lots of time to dream.  Dreams are something I hold dear to me. And now I have seen another one of my dreams come true. 

At long last, my book, For The Love Of Moose has been published.  It took a few years to get to this point but I did it.  There were doubts – I had many. I was not sure anyone would want to hear what I had to say. Nor was I sure I could write well enough to publish an entire book.  It takes a great deal of time to  move an idea onto paper and then work with it until it is readable and enjoyable.

Maybe my book isn’t great. But, if t touches just one person then it was worth it.  If the book causes someone to advocate for a difficult or discarded dog, I have accomplished my goal.

I didn’t write this book to get rich or make a name for myself.  I had a message and an improbable dream.  Animals are not yard ornaments or ours to torture or fight for us.  They are our pets and parts of our family.

Each one is as unique as any of us.  Each has the capacity to feel, I don’t care what science says.  I believe my dogs are happy to see me and miss me when I am gone a long time.

This is the most important take away from my book:

Whether a dog is blind, deaf, or has behavior problems, consider taking that angel under your wing. Those types of dogs take more work, but I promise you will not regret it. Special-needs dogs aren’t for everybody, but neither a shelter nor the streets is a place for any dog. The challenges will be many with this kind of dog in your home. I had my share of challenges and shed many tears of frustration, fear, and love. I was sometimes scared to death Moose would be taken away from me—or worse, killed because he hurt another animal. It all made me stronger and helped me build better relationships.

Many times I was the teacher, but I was most often the student. If your eyes and heart are open, you stand to learn many lessons from a teacher that uses no words. My wish for you is to find your own once-in-a-lifetime dog.

I dream of a world full of no kill shelters, free of backyard breeders, free of animal cruelty and the end to animal fighting.

So, please, take some time to dream.  You never know,  your dream might be the one that saves us all.

Why The Fourth Of July Is Torture For An Aging Dog



The day started out like any other summer day. My dogs and I got up; we ate our breakfast and slowly got on with our day. This early summer has been a record breaking series of hot days. The temperatures keep the dogs low in their energy levels. They prefer to stay inside where the house is air-conditioned. We were having a nice peaceful day until about five in the evening.


My pack of five dogs is a group of four senior dogs and one middle-aged dog. My oldest dog is fourteen and my youngest is six. The four oldest dogs are all very close in age. I have watched them go from young energetic dogs to old pained dogs in what seems to have been a very short timespan.


There are many changes associated with advancing age I was aware of and could plan for. The aching joints, the reduced appetite, the slower movements, I was ready for those. What took me by surprise was the onset of noise phobia in two of my calmest and most stoic dogs. My third oldest dog has always had the hardest time with fireworks and thunder. I always have medication on hand for him because he shakes and whimpers inconsolably.


Just this past year, I have gone from one fearful dog to four fearful dogs. I had no idea what the trigger was until I did some research. I found an article here: The article stated older dogs could become overly sensitive to noise. It sited cognitive dysfunction, the inability to get away from the source of the noise and decreased ability to manage stress as contributors to noise phobia.


Unfortunately for my dogs, a hot summer day that falls on the fourth of July means plenty of fireworks can be expected. I held off giving medication for as long as I could. Both TV’s were on and up as loud as I could stand it. It did nothing to drown out the heavy fireworks that seemed to have been lit off right next to our house.


My oldest dog was not phased and never has been. My second oldest dog was a train wreck. Despite medication on board she would get up and pace and a pant. I would have to repeatedly get her to lie down and sleep a bit. My third oldest needed two doses before he slept peacefully in the corner of my closet hidden behind my hanging clothing. My fourth oldest was hovering between peaceful and anxious but he succumbed to the medicine. My youngest got as close to me as possible, facing me and staring at me while I petted him and reassured him.


I know many dog owners find themselves in the same situation every Fourth of July. I pity the large farm animals and wild animals that have no comfort from the noise. I used to like the Fourth of July but it is hard to enjoy the day when your pack is frazzled. Maybe there should be a quiet celebration for dog lovers on the Fifth of July.