Progress Report on Miss M

At the prison. I love the humor from Miss M’s trainer. We received our first progress report and he’s seriously funny!

“Oh my GOSH!” Shouted the visitor. “A Chihuahua!”

MaeMae: oh sh🤬t, WHERE?! Visiting five month old puppy, Miss A: oh my gosh!! A TALKING Chihuahua! Miss A MaeMae, looking around: what? ME?! I’m a cat, you dingdong! Miss A: Are you KIDDING me? A Chihuahua ca… MaeMae: don’t. You. Dare. MaeMae, glaring at me: for Pete’s sake, can’t you find dogs that have … Continue reading “Oh my GOSH!” Shouted the visitor. “A Chihuahua!” →

“Outta my WAAAAAAAAY!” Screamed the puppy.

Granny (my mom) was taking the dregs of her morning coffee to water the camellias, so she opened the front door, shooing the visiting dogs out of the way. You gotta understand, my mom is tiny. Granny and the pup Our golden retriever visitors are not. One guide dog puppy and one breeder mama dog. … Continue reading “Outta my WAAAAAAAAY!” Screamed the puppy. →

Status update on Miss M

For anyone who is interested: Miss M is doing well at the prison where she’s being trained by inmates to act as a support animal. Guide Dogs of America provide the inmates with instruction, teaching them to train dogs, a skill they can use upon release. Everyone wins with this program. We’re waiting on the … Continue reading Status update on Miss M →

“Thank GOD that’s over,” remarked the cat.

I paused (this was last week). "What d'you mean?" Cat: That... that... DOG went back to it's raisers. It was awful. We're never doing that again. I looked at the ceiling. Cat: Right? We're not doing that again, RIGHT? Me, with a giant smile: Well... I can honestly say we won't have a single dog … Continue reading “Thank GOD that’s over,” remarked the cat. →

…and she’s off…

Miss M is off on her next adventure. Having spent 16 months with us as a Guide Dog Puppy in Training, the house seems really empty. We attended a thank you luncheon and turned her into the kennel along with 25-odd other dogs, including three of her litter mates (two others didn’t make it and … Continue reading …and she’s off… →

College? Asked the dog. Me?

Me: Hey, we’ve always told you you’re gonna be a service dog, so Saturday you go back to Guide Dogs of America and they start your formal training. Dog: But… but… Cat: Later, ding dong. I’m off to lay in the sunshine. Me: There’s someone who really needs you. Someone who’s blind, or maybe a … Continue reading College? Asked the dog. Me? →

Hey! That’s mine! shouted the puppy…

The 17 week... excuse me, 18 week old pup is still with us. Due to unforeseen circumstances, he's probably got another week or so before he goes home. Dog: Hooray! Puppy: A dog who plays with me? I'm so in! But I wanna get back home, too... Cat: Excuse me, WHAT? The favorite game involves … Continue reading Hey! That’s mine! shouted the puppy… →

Something’s wrong with the puppy, said the dog.

Our little visitor, another guide dog puppy, is visiting with us while his raisers recover from illness. Our visitor, 17 weeks and a ball of energy. Me, concerned: what do you mean? Dog: he doesn’t do what he’s supposed to do Me: what d’you mean? Dog: he stands when he piddles Me: yeeeeeeeah… Dog: and … Continue reading Something’s wrong with the puppy, said the dog. →

What that?! Said the dog…

Before you read this... for anyone who may not know... my first name is Victoria. My dad, ever the wag, named me not for HMTQ but in honor of the train depot in central London. That's another story... Dog: What that Cat: What? Dog: That… that… that Cat: The Christmas tree? It’s an abomination. Dog: … Continue reading What that?! Said the dog… →