I recently rescued a shorkie (Shih Tzu plus Yorkie), who I call Pookie. Well, actually, it’s not been so recent now. We adopted/rescued him on September 29th of last year. There has never been a more beloved dog. When he feels safe enough to come near, he is showered in hugs and kisses. The only way I can get him to come to me freely, is when I first come in the house from being gone, or when I lure him with a treat. When he finally comes, I tell him (even though all he understands is my reassuring tone), “Pookie, Mamusha (Polish…
“I need life to pause because I can’t stop crying,” said nobody ever.
Pay attention. Yesterday, I went and got the mail, from the mail box at the end of the driveway, during the day. Yeah.
looking on the brighter side