April 13, 2015 by Debra

The Right Decision

So, officially about two weeks in our new home and we are all settling in nicely. Julius has a big privacy-fenced yard in which to play and explore without the hassle of trying to police the neighborhood and Ray has the same yard which allows him to roam and explore. The yard is completely encompassed by raised beds of one sort or another which will be going away, but in the meantime, Ray has chosen the only one that has blooming flowers in which to sun bathe. I don’t mind, I just wish I could snap a picture of him doing his Ferdinand impression, but it’s enough that he’s happy.

While we felt our last house was move in ready (apart from the 24 windows, furnace, air, and roof that we replaced) this house came with a very long list. I’m not even going to call it a honey-dew list because of the extent. We got the majority of the rooms stripped of wall paper and painted and a lot of flooring redone but there is just so much more to do.

Kitchen before

While I wouldn’t call the kitchen done by any stretch of the imagination, it is already 100% better, so this will be the kitchen “interim” picture.

Kitchen interim

Once I got everything a “home,” there is less clutter on the countertops but I’m still trying to figure out where everything goes.

As for everything else, we have some things up popping in the hopper, so we’ll be updating more often now that our internet is back (yay).

March 30, 2015 by Debra

Moving. Again.

It’s so hard to get back to writing after an absence. I feel like there are too many topics that have been left to mull over in my head and the act of sorting them is just paralyzing and daunting. What are the big things that have happened and are they noteworthy enough to write about? What are the silly things and should we write about those? Well, rather than worry about the “right” post, we’ll talk about the “right now.”

So, a full month has passed since my “Meh” post and my evening of wallow after which I picked myself up, bought shoes, wine and got on with life. In the wake of our trip to Utah, several things happened very quickly. Our first thoughts while out West-and upon returning-were that we were going to sell the house, pack up and move to Kanab. Yep, jumping in with both feet, I tell you.
When our jets finally cooled and calmer, less passionate heads prevailed, we knew it would be best to shelf that idea for, oh maybe a decade or so.

But, hey, while we’re talking about packing up and moving a mere sixteen months after having just done it, let’s look at some ranch-style homes to alleviate the up and down the stairs situation. So on February 10th we looked at two homes, ranches on basements which needed way too much work which we rejected, and scheduled a showing at another home on the 11th. I was originally opposed to looking at the third home. It was less than a mile away from our current home and it just made the whole process seem too ridiculous. This home would probably end up being a comp to our current home. Nevertheless, we toured the house on Wednesday and wouldn’t you know, we both agreed that we wanted to make an offer. That’s right, folks, just two weeks after returning from Utah, we basically bought a new house.

After very minimal negotiating, our offer was accepted and the following Monday while we were meeting with our mortgage guy, our current house listing went “live” and by the time we left his office, we had our first showing scheduled for that evening! Considering we had our (other) former house on the market on and off for nearly three years, to say we were blown away would be an understatement. We ended up having that showing Monday evening, another on Tuesday evening, two on Thursday and two on Saturday. Saturday’s were very interesting as one was put on the schedule very early in the week but the other? On Friday, Kevin noticed a vanful of people “stalking” the house-driving by slowly, stopping and pointing, circling the block and the whole nine yards. About an hour later, they scheduled the other Saturday showing , but they scheduled themselves to be ahead of the existing couple.

Now, I’m going to venture to guess that anyone reading this has or had dogs and if you’ve had your house on the market at all you probably know about the showing dance. For us, keeping the house that ready for the week was nerve-wracking enough but then I’d have to load both dogs into the Pittie van and figure out where to go and what to do while we waited and if they happened to feel they were missing out on a great bye-bye opportunity, we’d have to take a bonus walk just to get them back out of the van. Luckily for us, one of the Saturday families made an offer and we were able to cancel Sunday’s Open House and the showings scheduled for Sunday and Monday.

So yeah, we’re moving from our perfectly painted move-in ready home to a slightly smaller home with way fewer stairs for Ray and I to have to deal with. We closed on the new house on March 16th and have had worker bees in stripping wall paper (goodbye burgundy and forest green) and doing flooring ever since.

Painters are finishing up at the new house while the movers are loading up the old. Drama.

March 13, 2015 by Debra

He Ain’t Simple, He’s My Brother

Sometimes I think that Julius, specifically came along just for Ray. They are the perfect yin to the other’s yang and while they occasionally annoy each other like brother do, they also definitely love each other.

Take the other day. While both boys respect the baby gates in the house (we just lean them against the doorways and they’re like kryptonite) Julius has absolutely no problem at all buffalo-ing his way through a closed or partially closed door. Ray will not open a door so the other morning as I was off to take a shower, I left Julius lying in bed with Kevin and Ray was downstairs, so imagine my surprise when after my shower, I found both dogs on the bed! I knew the door had been mostly closed and that Kevin wouldn’t have gotten out of bed but according to Kevin, Ray came up the stairs and sat outside the door whining. Hearing that, Julius jumped off the bed, repeatedly nudged his big jughead in the door until it opened and once his brother was in, jumped back up on the bed.

Brotherly love.

As a side note, we are sending out as much love as possible to a brother from another mother, Melvin.

February 25, 2015 by Debra

Gratitude

Despite the fact that I’ve been a blogger for years upon years, I rarely write about what I would consider to be “woe is me” posts. True, I was feeling blue and mostly disappointed in myself. I knew that I didn’t interview effectively and I let myself down.

What I counted on and got was support and some great pep talks from our online community and for that I’d like thank each and every one of you. My cup runneth over, merci.

I’m not letting any grass grow under my feet, so I’m already looking to the next endeavor or two and will keep you posted. In the meantime a little wine and retail therapy also helped.

February 24, 2015 by Debra

Meh.

When I didn’t get the call during the day, I knew I’d be getting the “other call” after work. I didn’t get a job I had been interviewing for and hoping for. A dream job. A job in which I could make a difference. Every. Single. Day. I didn’t get it and we were out of wallow-in-self-pity-wine.

Ever since returning from Utah, I knew that while I love my Volunteer life, I should be doing more. I currently work for a (very large) company that encourages giving back and supports me in supporting the SPCA, but I just feel like I could and must do more. I will do more. In the meantime, I’ve had my evening of wallowing in disappointment in myself and now I will brush myself off and though I’m still hurting, I will push on.

Everything happens for a reason. Right?

February 13, 2015 by Debra

Fulfilled

Ah, Valentine’s Day. My awareness of the impending holiday was mostly limited to a notification of the Valentine’s Day hashtag trending and remembering that Julius was scheduled to attend the Valentine’s Day festivities at daycare. I was vaguely aware that I should probably write a blog post for the week and toyed with some ideas that were really just too lame to expand upon.

The hubby and I went out to dinner last night to what could qualify as a romantic dinner since he’ll be out of town for most of the weekend, but truth be told, I’m not that romantically inclined anyway so what might be a good topic for today? Dogs, of course, or adoptions and adopting love etc. could be a topic but I just wasn’t feeling it until some inspiration arrived in my text messages.

My daughter flew down to Texas yesterday to visit her husband who is stationed at Fort Hood. They are newlyweds and as yet are still living in different states (long story) and their time together is always precious and short. So what did they decide to do today?

They decided to volunteer at the local shelter. That moment when you know you did something right.

February 6, 2015 by Debra

The Meet-Ups

Certainly not the least part of the trip is the people you meet along the path of life in one capacity or another so as a huge part of #TheBigTrip, I wanted to make sure we could meet up with several people along the way. “Friends I’ve known for a long time but haven’t yet met” is how I like to refer to them.

Meet Up One

We flew into Phoenix-Mesa Gateway on Wednesday afternoon and that evening we were fortunate to meet up with one of my favorite (former) bloggers, Instagram Diva, Rescue Warrior and Dog Mama all rolled into one. As soon as I ~~suspected~~ knew that we’d be flying into Phoenix I messaged to set the stage for a possible meet up with Emily, Jay and hopefully Mercy Pi the cutest little thing this side of the Rockies.

Luckily the stars aligned and after just a few snags we were able to meet at Beer World in Tempe where we enjoyed some yummy brews, a pretzel the size of your head and a conversation that was so instantly easy it’s as if we had been friends for reals forever.

Dog people are the best people

The conversation flowed as easy as the beer, but duty called as Emily and Jay not only had to dish up dinner for their Pittie Committee, but they were on the way to pick up yet another foster. Ah, the rescue life. What a great time we had, though.

Meet Up Two

This meet up was actually a combination of meeting a fellow blogger and of a Best Friends employee. She is one of the authors of a Team blog that I follow but she also works at Best Friends so as with many people who keep their work and blog life separate, I won’t reveal any more than that, but suffice it to say that it was wonderful to meet her and I hope our paths cross again. If you want to read the blog, message me and I’ll give you the name.

Meet Up Three

Last but certainly not least, Kevin and I finally got to meet two people that we’ve “known” for well over a decade. “Doc Holly Goodhead” and her sweet and soulful son, Spud have been a huge part of our lives for such a long time and it was simply awesome to finally get to give them big hugs.

Again, it wasn’t like meeting strangers but rather like friends who’ve known each other for ages who have gotten together again. The conversation was easy and the friendship is true. If not for them we would have high-tailed it out of Vegas and back to Angel Canyon.

Have you had similar experiences with friends from afar?

February 5, 2015 by Debra

The Vicktory Dogs

If you know me, you know that I’m ~~mildly obsessed~~ an avid follower of the Vicktory Dogs but truth be told, back in 2007 when the Michael Vick investigation took place, I really didn’t give much thought to “those dogs.” I’ve never been a fan of MV, but hey, whatevs. This whole dog fighting thing was foreign to me.

A common question at Best Friends is “how did you hear of us?” and the pat answer for me was through the Michael Vick thing, but really it was this article that set me on a path that has truly changed my life. That was when this gal happily plunged down the rabbit hole of Pit Bull ownership, rescue, volunteerism and became not only a fan of so many dog blogs, but of all of the Vicktory Dogs who have a public persona.

Part of my collection.

(Side note: technically “Vicktory Dogs” is the nickname for only the 22 dogs who went to Best Friends though the other roughly 28 dogs might be referred in a similar manner, I use this term both ways.)

So immersed am I in following the incredible journey of these dogs and their families that I often forget (or it never occurred to me) that some people go to Best Friends for reasons other than the Vicktory Dogs. Still countless others are completely unaware of their existence. That’s just crazy talk to me. Until I read that article about Mel, I really never saw these dogs as the victims, even though I was a dog lover. I just didn’t make the connection. That article was to change my life for the better and as a part of that, it was my hope to someday meet one of these small heroes who endured so much to come out better on the other side and who have directly effected a change in how dogs from fighting busts are handled.

I knew that there are six Vicktory dogs still at Best Friends as well as one that “works” there so it would be a pretty good bet (I hoped) that I would get to “meet” at least one of them but not in my wildest dreams did I expect what actually happened.

Ray the Vicktory Dog

Earlier this week I mentioned that we “encountered a special surprise” at Angel Village. Ray was once and always will be a Vicktory Dog, but he now enjoys not only a home of his own but he comes to work every day with his Mom who actually works at Best Friends. I knew from his Facebook page that he and his Mom walk to Angel Village every day so on Friday, our first day at the Sanctuary, after our tour ended we headed over to Angel Village waiting for lunch to begin. As we sat in the car, I saw from the mirror a familiar-looking woman walking an oh-so-familiar little dog. I may or may not have squealed at Kevin, “There’s RAY!” and then proceeded to freeze in my seat. As they completed their business inside Kevin said, “They’re leaving, you better say Hi,” and I quite literally spilled myself out of the car. I flung open the door, dropped my camera out of my lap and into the dusty dirt, spilled my purse and caused enough of a ruckus that Ray and his Mom stopped in their tracks, presumably assessing the crazy lady.

They approached and let us pet Ray who leaned against me (swoon) ~~as I gushed~~ we chatted a bit and then Ray’s mom said something magical and so generous to me. If we finished with lunch early enough, we could come take Ray for a car ride. He isn’t so keen on leash walking with strangers but he will ride in a car with anyone. Naturally we made sure we were done so that we could have the honor of driving Mr. Ray about the Sanctuary. He definitely loved his car ride and effectively ignored his chauffeurs!

Ray the Vicktory Dog

I’m sure you’re dying right now, right?

Meryl

Lucas and Meryl were court ordered to live out their lives at Best Friends. Lucas was the grand champion and deemed to be of great value “on the street” so lived out a good life at the Sanctuary.

From Best Friends website:
“Meryl has worked so hard at Best Friends to overcome her painful past as a fighting dog rescued from the property of Michael Vick. It took a lot of effort, time and patience, but Meryl can now meet new people (staff members only) very politely. She can also allow new people near her octagon without having a panic attack. That’s tremendous success for a dog who once equated people with terrible pain and suffering. And now the student has become the teacher! She’s been paying it forward here at Best Friends. Because she has such good leash manners around other dogs, she’s been used as a model for others without the same grace. Meryl’s calm, cool and collected nature puts the other dogs at ease, so they no longer feel compelled to react when passing another dog. Meryl was court-ordered to live at Best Friends for the rest of her life.”

I was fortunate to volunteer at Meryl’s octagon and snap a few pictures of her. I called her name and she faced me with her ears perked and a friendly countenance.

Meryl

She is beautiful, fit and seems like a very happy dog..

Mya and Curly

Meeting Ray and being allowed to take him for a car ride was more than I had ever hoped for. Seeing pictures hanging in tribute to Lucas in Dogtown’s headquarters was touching, spying Meryl through the fence of her run was very cool and all of those things combined could have been enough to send me home with an overabundance of the warm fuzzies. But then, there was that one last volunteer shift.

Mya and Curly live in Dogtown offices during the week to help them with their social skills but return to The Clubhouse on the weekends. The striking thing about all of the Vicktory Dogs was that they are all so tiny; none of them were taller than knee-height to me and I’m only 5’3″.

When I met the caregiver that Sunday morning and we talked about the agenda for the day and my ~~slight obsession~~ interest in the Vicktory dogs he said we would try to get me some time with them. Just that glimmer of a hope was pretty cool and seeing them in their run was enough to make me happy. Mya is short and stout with bowed legs and Curly is even smaller and more compact and together their presence could be mistaken for two little shy dogs of no notoriety at all. When it was time, the caregiver, T, brought them both out on leash. His plan was that we would walk side by side and if the dogs didn’t seem too freaked, I would take a leash. I waited outside with my back turned (non-threatening body language) and he stopped next to me. Both dogs effectively ignored me as much as I struggled to ignore them so he handed me Mya’s leash and off we went for a walk. The trail for The Clubhouse like all of the others I had seen have a short version and a longer one, so the caretaker decided we would let Curly and Mya decide which way to go and to my delight, they chose the long path.

I didn’t take any pictures of them. These two brave little souls are still struggling with strangers and this big world and it wasn’t in my nature to disrupt them at all. Throughout our walk, “T” and I chatted about all things V-dog while Curly cast backward glances at me as if to insure that I was keeping my distance while Mya stoutly refused to acknowledge that anyone was on the other end of her leash, so there was no need to look around. I, on the other hand was on cloud 9.

Oh, how do I end this post? How do I end this adventure? Eventually our walk came to and end and we returned Mya and Curly to their area where they skittled away quickly and after about a 10 second try to coax them back, we respected their wishes and moved on. I walked a few more dogs and too soon Kevin came back to collect me and though I shook hands with the caregiver and left politely, inside I was kicking and screaming and refusing to leave.

We were off to the next part of our adventure and with but a small exception were both wishing we were back in Angel Canyon.

In case you’re wondering, here is a list of V dogs Facebook or other sites to the best of my knowledge and in no particular order.

Ray the Vicktory Dog

Oscar

Cherry Garcia and Cherry Garcia

Hallie and Friends
If I’ve missed any, be sure to let me know!

February 4, 2015 by Debra

Sleepover Guests

As many readers here are already familiar with Best Friends, it won’t come as a surprise that while staying and volunteering we also brought home a sleepover guest each night. As you can probably imagine, this was yet another area that we planned for but also were not 100% sure how it worked, so let me share a bit about the experience.

Before we left, the hubby and I poured over pictures of the beautiful dogs that we might want to bring for a sleepover but without knowing which octagon they were at or how this all worked, we just tried to keep a mental list of those we may have wanted to “meet.” Basically, you do need to volunteer in your animal’s area, so if you are volunteering in dogs you can’t take a bunny home for a sleepover etc. Caregivers pretty much assume you’ll want to do a sleepover and are very excited to get their fur friends out of the kennels for a night. There’s usually a list in the octagon regarding who is eligible to go, who has recently gone, what activities are allowed, ect. For instance, we were considering taking Tig one night but although he can do sleepovers, he can’t stay in the cottages near the horses, so he was not an option. We later also discovered that Dogtown HQ has a list of which dogs really need to do an overnight for whatever reason. For instance, just as we were meeting Roxanne, ~~she was snatched right out from under us~~ we learned that she already had a sleepover date scheduled. Roxanne was at the “top of the list” to go so it was awesome that she not only got to do a sleepover, we found the the next day she got to go on an outing as well. Too cool.

So anyhow, the first sleepover guest was almost a no-brainer. Lester and Michael were top contenders but in actuality, the moment Kevin saw Magnolia, he said “my wife is gonna love her.”

Magnolia loves to walk

He was right. Sleepover dogs need to be “checked out” from the Dogtown HQ by 3:30 so don’t sweat that a volunteer shift lasts till 4:00. It’s part of the process. Once we decided on a dog, we went to HQ and received a sleepover bag of provisions and a questionnaire to fill out regarding how the sleepover went. The staff in the octagon also gave us an extra blanket, a coat and in Magnolia’s case, some meds she needed to take along with a can of moist food.

Magnolia

Magnolia is an old soul in a young body. She loves going for walks and never seems to tire of them but in the cottage she was all about deathing stuffies which I happily handed over and cleaned up one by one.

Being the pro that she is she also knew that the expectation is that all treats packed by the staff in the sleepover bag must be enjoyed and not returned, so again we were happy to oblige.

Although I invited her onto the bed a few times she quickly jumped back down and at bedtime settled on the sofa for the evening. Knowing the sleepover is all about the guest, we left her to her preferred sleeping arrangements and wished her a snug goodnight.

Dogs are returned between 8:00 and 8:15 in the morning so when we pulled up to Old Friends, Magnolia who had been eager to be in the car, seemed disinclined to depart, so we took a quick walk while Kevin waited for the caretakers to meet him and collect her.

A polite passenger

Sidney

Sleepover night two went very similarly to night one in that one of us fell in love with a dog right away. Surprisingly it was Kevin who fell and fell hard for Sidney (Side note: if you too fall in love with Sidney but don’t live near Utah, a generous sponsor has prepaid her airfare to get “home.”) but like a kid in a candy shop who knew that of the hundreds of candies on display, only one could be taken, I couldn’t make up my mind. In the end, it was the snuggle factor that won me over. Going for a week without a dog to snuggle at night was way to long and though I respected Magnolia’s need for space, I really needed to bring home a “proven snuggler.”

Sidney who rocked the agility equipment in Tara’s Run and seemed so happy to take long hikes and explore was just as happy to “turn it off” and snuggle in the calm of the cottage. The way both Sidney and Magnolia collapsed onto the sofa reminded me of something Corbin’s mama said about when their fosters really settle in for that deep, safe sleep. These dogs are sleepover pros and although their housing situation is pretty posh for a kennel, it is still a kennel and you can really tell that they know: when we go on a sleepover we can totally decompress and just relax.

Sidney and I slept cuddled together (the cottages boast two double beds!) all night and on the occasion that I woke momentarily, she was happy to accept a brief pat or an ear scritch. It was heavenly for both of us. We all woke early the next morning and Kevin and I suddenly just didn’t want to take her back. We just agonized over the inevitable and Sidney seemed to recognize our emotions and played to them.

We anthropomorphized all morning about how miserable she must be to go back but actually upon arriving back at her octagon, Sid jumped out of the car and into her waiting caretaker’s arms with an almost palpable air of “Oooh! Breakfast!” (Someone whose name rhymes with Shmevin may have gotten a bit emotional over the course of the morning while I remained a rock. Or maybe I didn’t.)

Recap

Overall, if you enjoy the companionship of a dog (or cat or bunny) I heartily recommend doing a sleepover when you visit Best Friends. It gives the animals a break from their routines, gives the caretakers a bit of insight on how the animals react to various situations and it gives you someone to love on while your own furbaby is at home. Win-win-win.

February 3, 2015 by Debra

Best Friends-Volunteering

At last! Time to volunteer. We signed up for three shifts, the afternoon of arrival and both shifts the following day and planned as well to do sleepovers both nights. As it turned out, knowing we wouldn’t be able to check into our hotel in Las Vegas for the final leg of the trip until late in the afternoon I was able to grab one last shift on Sunday morning, which became yet another highlight of the trip.

Friday

After lunch, we drove to Dogtown headquarters in time for our first volunteer shift.

Pictures of Lucas hang in the Dogtown lobby.

Since we were first time volunteers there, were offered three different “octagon” areas of Dogtown Heights; The Fairway, The Garden or Old Friends. Puppies? No thanks. Young adults? Eh, we’ll pass. Older but bolder? Yes! Old Friends was definitely an area we wanted to be in so we proceeded to the octagon buildings named Homer and Dolores after some very generous donors and after meeting the two dog caretakers there, set off walking some pooches and doing some general tasks in between.

There are set paths outside of Old Friends and the dogs definitely know their way around. There’s a junction and you can take the shortest, the longest or the one in between but all are pretty clearly marked and trod, so you won’t loose your way. When you return, you wait outside until the caretakers see you and they retrieve the dog from you and bring you another one. It’s pretty simple and relatively taken for granted that making sure each dog is walked is the first priority. All dogs in this area are “green collars” and for the most part really easy to walk.

Saturday Morning

Upon arrival at Dogtown Headquarters on Saturday morning, I requested Conrad and Leopold’s in Old Dogtown because I especially wanted to meet one of the dog caregivers in that area. Old Dogtown differs from Dogtown Heights in that it’s larger and also older. In Dogtown Heights there are actually 4 octagon areas consisting of two octagons each. The three listed previously house all “green collar” dogs-the dogs who can be handled by anyone. In Old Dogtown, there are purple collars which can be handled by anyone over 18 and red collars which are staff -only in addition to green collars. Conrad and Leopold’s was a total blast! Not only did we get to take dogs on regular trail walks but we got to take Sydney to Tara’s Run which you might recognize from the Dogtown Series as the training facility and we got to help with a training walk. This area was not only hands on but just more challenging in the best possible way. I loved it!

Sydney and Kevin

Saturday Afternoon

This was also spent in Old Dogtown in the octagons called “3 and 4” though they actually had real names as well. Hermosa’s Hideaway was one name but the other escapes me. For this shift, Kevin decided he would rather do an “outing” so he and Bolt went back to the Cottage to hang and chill. Bolt is a tripod and you almost want to say “thank goodness.” If Bolt had four legs there might not be a human who could keep up with him.

This area was similar in that the caregivers brought me a dog to walk on the trails with after giving me the run-down on any particulars or triggers. Upon completing the walk we would wait on a bench within view to have the dog retrieved. This area seemed pretty busy and I didn’t walk too many dogs, but I did get to see a “celebrity.”

Meryl

Meryl was one of the (only) two Vick dogs court ordered to live out their lives at Best Friends; Lucas was the other one. Today rather than be a victim of her past and circumstances, Meryl shares a run with another dog, Buddy Arnold. Meryl will remain at the Sanctuary not because she is dangerous, but for her own protection as her value as a “trophy” is still thought to be very high.

Sunday Morning

Scheduled to leave that morning, I convinced Kevin that I really needed to take one more shift and he agreed to finish the packing, loading and checking out while I worked. Boy was it worth it. I asked for and was assigned “The Clubhouse.” Although The Clubhouse is in Dogtown Heights, it is run and feels more like Old Dogtown in that there are red, purple and green collar dogs. I met the caregiver outside and we chatted about what the needs would be for the morning. Breakfast had been fed, so bowls needed to be washed, dogs needed to be walked and Sunday was deep clean day at Amra, one of the two octagons. I mentioned that I had requested The Clubhouse knowing that Mya and Curly were there and the caregiver worked an interaction into our schedule. That morning after washing breakfast dishes, I walked a few dogs and this time actually accompanied the caregiver into the runs to collect my walking buddy. Upon returning, it was again to a waiting bench, but this time waiting was minimal. We swept and mopped kennels and then finally I got my chance to see Mya and Curly up close and personal. Well, as up close and personal as was possible with them. I’ll tell you more about it later this week, so be sure to stop back.

Things I was pleased to have: comfy jeans and wellies! The terrain is very sandy and a bit hilly, so comfortable (close toe) footwear is a must. Since I knew the temps would vary from the 30’s to the 50’s I was happy to have my boots. Good traction and sand resistance was a must. Layering the tops with a lightweight jacket was a good idea as well. One of the things I forgot, much to my chagrin, is that I forgot to activate my Walk for a Dog app. I’m sure I racked up some serious mileage because I actually was able to pull a pair of jeans off without undoing them by the end of the week. WOOT!

Peace-a-bull Assembly

Volunteer, Rescue, Adopt

Peaceabull