Dog days of winter

Initially Lucifer seemed unsure about the snow, however, in short time Jeter showed him how much fun it could be.

Hey, I'm gonna be as big as you someday.

Well, until then, I'm in charge.

The kidz are alright

The canine kidz are getting along much more marvelously than when we first got Lucifer. Seeing Jeter bearing his teeth at the little guy when we first brought him home, I thought we were gonna have issues. (well, we do have issues, just not snarling and gnashing of teeth).

Lucifer taunts Jeter and then retreats under the safety of the chair -- he's no dummy.

Hey is the wind blowing in here? We have no shame and find it quite amusing that Lucifer's ears don't stand up straight yet.

He has speak down pretty well.

After having his teeth brushed, Lucifer is convinced without puppy breath daddy will want to kiss him.

Adoption day

Becky at Geyer German Shepherds and the "U Litter."

Nannette and Fabian (Lucifer's canine parents)

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It's a boy !!!

We got a photo of the soon-to-be newest member of our family

Quick, follow that blog ...

Imagine my surprise this morning when I was showing a friend my blog and not only is my dog a follower, but now I have a horse too. I'm hoping to become the Dr. Dolittle of blogs.

Doggone Part II

Just when I thought it was safe to write about Jai, our dog we recently had to have put down (Jai's last ride, East Oregonian, March 29), I got an e-mail from a reader that had a link to a poem called, "Rainbow Bridge."

You can read it by going here. But, if you've lost a pet recently you might want to have some Kleenex close by.

On a side note, a couple of days after we had Jai put down we got a sympathy card from Oregon Trail Veterinary Clinic. That initially surprised me because when we had our last German shepherd put down in 1999 we didn't get anything. We had taken him to a vet in the Tri-Cities because we couldn't get a cremation with returns in Hermiston. So, it just goes to show you, not only is doing business in Hermiston closer, it's more personable.

My dog's smarter than your dog

I got caught.

Jeter, our almost 10-year-old (His birthday is coming up — you still have time to buy him a present) German shepherd, saw Jai's photo on my blog. Even though I told him I'd put one of him on it, he was relentless and wouldn't let me relax until I did it.

Now the ball's in his court — he needs to sign up as a follower : )

Doggone

Little did I know that less than three weeks would pass after a column published that talked about our aging Airedale terrier (Bring on the Kleenex, Jan. 3, East Oregonian) that we'd have to have him put down.

(As if you couldn't figure it out — that's Jai and despite his size, he desperately wanted the benefits of a lap dog. Although he detested the yapping of little ankle-biters).

It took even longer for me to be able to write a follow-up column. For people who say, "It was just a dog" - well you'll never understand.

The absolute unconditional love I've received from my dogs over the years is amazing.

When I come home from work, sure, my husband is excited to see me, but it's always the dogs that are standing at the door to the garage, moaning with glee. When I've been gone for the weekend, their intensity is kicked up a notch and upon return from vacation, honesty, I don't know what prevents spontaneous combustion from excitement.

I am the prehistoric canine goddess!!!