Living and Dying with Giant Breed Dogs

Before I brought home our first Saint Bernard puppy I did a lot of research about Saint Bernards and giant breed dogs in general.  Because I’ve always lived with dogs, I wasn’t interested in learning more about general dog care, but rather, the types of things I needed to consider before bringing home a puppy that would eventually be the size of a full-grown man. Continue reading

Obsessed with Jackson Hole

Every now and then I get sucked into someplace on the internet that I just cannot stop visiting.  Over the years I’ve gotten sucked into online games, message boards, Facebook or even…WordPress.  My latest obsession, one that has been going on for the past few months, is so fascinating that I’ve decided to share it with all of you.  So here you go, a live feed of the town square in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. (Although the photo of the feed looks like it was taken in the early fall, if you click the arrow, you’ll see the cold Wyoming winter.   brrr!)

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The Elk Parade

Ten years ago my husband Steve and I spent the end of the year with my brother Jason and his wife Laura in Granby, Colorado.  We had a great time cross-country skiing, snow shoeing, going for horse-drawn sleigh rides and tubing down the Rockies.  But what I remember most is what happened on New Year’s Eve. Continue reading

Get Your New Year’s Eve Weird on in PA

A million people are expected to spend New Year’s Eve in Times Square to watch the famous ball, crafted out of Waterford Crystal, slowly descend to welcome in 2017. Millions more from around the world will watch the event unfold on their televisions.  But New York City isn’t the only place to be that evening.  Many cities and small towns in Pennsylvania also have New Year’s Eve celebrations where things are dropped.  Weird things.  Pennsylvania has taken the art of dropping things, or in some cases, raising things, to a whole new level as the clock strikes midnight on December 31st. Continue reading

The Lab and the Basset Hound

Several years ago my husband Steve and I were huddled downstairs during a snow storm the week after Christmas.  At some point that evening, we went out to the garage to get more drinks and check the snowfall.  I turned on the outside light to see how much snow had already fallen and saw two dogs, a Black Labrador and a Basset Hound, standing in the yard. Continue reading

Duke’s Last Hurrah

At first, she denied the dog was hers.  But my husband Steve was sure it was her dog because the other Golden Retriever that had been at our house, a young pup, was right there in her yard.  She finally admitted that the dog lying in our garage was her dog when Steve told her that the dog had not caused any trouble and we just wanted to help him get home.   Showing Steve her arm, which was in a sling, she told him she was not allowed to drive and that her husband wasn’t home.  Steve told her that wasn’t a problem, that he’d drive the dog to her house now that he knew whose dog it was. Continue reading

Playing Possum

Our female Saint Bernard, Neva, was a runner.  For the first two years of her life, I could only take her outside on a leash because whenever the opportunity to go for a run through the neighborhood arose, Neva took off.  I chased her through fields, through the woods, even through a neighbor’s open garage; she went in through the overhead door and out the open man-door that lead to their (thankfully) fenced in back yard. Continue reading