You know you are a dog lover when you incorporate your love of dogs into your kitchen designs! How nice would it be to not trip over the water and food bowls? Just beautiful!Artisans Kitchens
Today I lost one of the best friends I have ever known. Kody has been by my side for the past 10 years no matter what life has thrown at me including, breakups, weddings, birthdays, deaths, graduations and new puppies. Today my heart hurts, but I know that he is no longer in pain and is snuggled up in bed with Nanny and Bucky chewing on the remote 🙂
Kody you have been my brother, my friend, my car rider, my toe warmer, my garbage disposal, my alarm clock, my playmate and you will forever be one of the best things that has happened to our family. You stole our hearts the second we saw you, and we miss you more than you know. Thank you for your love. We will forever carry you in our hearts.
Kisses to my Kody.
Today is a wonderful day and proof that prayers do work. My parents dog Kody was given 2 months to live in November of 2008. I am happy to share that today is Kody’s 10th birthday and he is still with us 1.5 years after a horrible diagnosis of cancer. Not only is he still here with us but he still has a lot of life in him. Here is a recent picture of him where he had jumped up on the dining room table at my parents to help Branden finish a puzzle! We love you Kody!
A very talented friend of mine recently entered a wine label contest for the Mutt Lynch Winery with an amazing TRUE story about her dog Libby Shiraz!! Rescue dogs are a special breed and Libby is no exception. She was lucky enough to find her “forever” family and it would be great to see her beautiful story shared with the world! When you have a moment please head over to the Dog Art Blog and vote for #12 by May 27!!!
The True Story of “Libby Shiraz ”
My story is as long as my name…I am a red Dobie who was found by the wine-loving folks at the Illinois Doberman Rescue after I was abandoned in Wisconsin living in the fields with my sister (Merlot) for the first year of our lives.
I was named at the rescue group’s Friday meeting – when they gather for good wine and company — and to name the latest arrivals. “Shiraz is this one because she is more ‘spicy’, and her sister is ‘Merlot’ because she is more mellow yet her story no less complex.”
The second person who rescued me kept me for three months and I was returned to the shelter with the name “Libby.” The rescue folks knew they couldn’t add more strife to my already troubled life by changing my name, so “Shiraz” became my middle name…until my forever family found me.
Along came my wine-loving family, and I knew that the third time would be the charm. I immediately warmed their hearts like a good “Zinfandel” on a cold day. They warmed my heart with their love, and with yearly road trips at Christmas from Chicago to my gramma and grampa’s house in California. On our first trip, they took me to the beach and let me go; I felt how I look in this painting – Just Released…I am now Libby Shiraz, and I live in San Clemente, California with my forever family.
Possible wine titles if Libby Wins:
Third wine’s a charm
Red to the Rescue
I originally fell in love with the fantastic sailor knot collars below when I found out they were 100% waterproof and antimicrobial but then I saw the collegiate stripped scarf and now I am hooked!!
Loving this dog wearing a matching tie as the groomsmen! Clever alternative to the tux look for a dog!
Anna Kuperberg Photography
I know that many of you didn’t partake in the Marley and Me book and/or movie (wise move I cried like a baby for two days afterwards) but this final chapter in the “Marley” story that appeared recently in Parade Magazine was one that I thought was too touching not to share. It just proves that there is a little bit of that “crazy dog” person in all of us! (yeah you might need one tissue but I promise not the whole box 🙂
Bringing Marley Home
by John Grogan
published in Parade Magazine: 01/03/2010
Sometimes even bad dogs end up doing great things. And so it was with Marley, the world’s worst dog. What I did not fully realize during his 13 years with my wife, Jenny, and me was just what a good story our incorrigible Labrador retriever had to tell.
Then I wrote Marley & Me, and everything changed. The book grew into an international best seller and a hit movie—and millions more fell in love with our eternally mischievous pooch. Good dogs, it turns out, are highly overrated.
Marley & Me brought my family many blessings. I quit my newspaper job to write books, and Jenny and I were able to realize a long-held dream. We had always wanted to live in one of those stone farmhouses that dot the Pennsylvania landscape. Now we bought a house, fixed it up, and moved in. An old claptrap cottage on the property became my writing studio. We planted a garden and filled a once-abandoned coop with baby chicks. Our two new Labs, Woodson—adopted from the Marley & Me movie set—and Gracie, “the good one,” romped joyfully through the fields. We reveled in every day.
It was all because of Marley. Had he been a better dog, more controllable and behaved, there would have been no story. I found my inspiration in all that he did wrong—and in the way he challenged us, forging us into a stronger, closer family.
There was only one thing missing, and that was Marley. When he died in 2003, I buried him on the edge of the woods at the house where we then lived. Now that house stood vacant with a FOR SALE sign in the front yard.
From our new home, it nagged at us. Finally, one morning, Jenny blurted out what we’d both been thinking: “What about Marley? We can’t just leave him behind.” I resisted at first. The thought of exhuming our beloved bad boy sounded like the kind of behavior I normally attribute to “ those nutty dog people.”
But Marley was no ordinary pet. He would forever be a beacon of loyalty and trust, a life force that changed us forever. We knew what we had to do.
And so on a clear, crisp day, Jenny and I arrived at our soon-to-be-sold house with shovels and a pickax. Five years earlier, I’d marked his grave with three large stones. I quickly found them amid the brambles. We began to dig. We dug and dug. And dug. Then we widened our circle, convinced we had missed the mark. Soon we were coated in sweat and dirt. Our backyard looked like a major archaeological site. Where was he?
“That dog is still up to his old tricks,” Jenny said, and we both had to laugh, remembering what an escape artist he had been. As it turned out, I’d forgotten just how deeply I had buried him.
Eventually, we found his remains—still neatly packaged in the heavy black plastic we had buried him in—and carefully lifted them out of the ground. “You didn’t think we’d forget you, did you?” I said aloud.
Back at our new home, Jenny and I quickly settled on the perfect resting place: a bluff behind the barn overlooking a meadow filled with milkweed and Queen Anne’s lace. It was a spot where deer came each dawn to browse, and I knew Marley would have loved that.
I swung the pickax down hard. In the rocky clay, I had to fight for every inch. I worked steadily until I stood, grimy and out of breath, in a waist-deep hole. Jenny and I lowered him down. “We love you, Marley, and always will,” she said.
Alone, I finished up and finally wrestled a rock in place as a marker. Then I fell back beside it. “You’re home again, old friend,” I whispered, patting the earth. “With your family, right where you belong.”
I am leaving to lunch with a good friend in town from the state of big hair (New Jersey:) but I couldn’t finish this week’s blogging without sharing a picture of our new baby. We went down to visit him last weekend and he couldn’t be more perfect! My husband and I are so in love with him already it is ridiculous!
We get to bring him home on August 1st and still don’t have a name. I would love to hear some of your favorite dog names so be sure to share them via the comment link below!
I would like to wish a huge Happy Birthday to my favorite black dog Kody! You have brought so much joy to my life over the last nine years and I am so excited to help you celebrate your big birthday tonight!! (oh…and you are way cuter than Bo:)
In honor of Kody’s birthday I thought I would share a quick and easy dog cookie recipe from the The Pawmacy. Happy baking!
Prep Time: 5 min
Cook Time: 20 min
Temperature: 375 F
2 cups whole-wheat flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 cup natural peanut butter
1 cup skim milk
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
In a bowl, combine flour and baking powder.
In another bowl, mix peanut butter and milk.
Add wet mixture to dry, and mix well.
Turn out dough on a lightly floured surface and knead.
Roll out to 1/4-inch thick and cut out shapes.Place on a greased baking sheet and bake 20 minutes or until lightly brown. Cool on a rack then store in an airtight container.
Makes 30 large bones