I live in Los Angeles, California with my boyfriend, Ernie and our dogs, Xuma and Orson. They are spoiled, and I will admit not always well behaved, but they are loved. (Unlike Xuma and Orson, Ernie is well behaved.)
Dogs have been my companions for as long as I can remember. I love them all, big and small, young and old, pure bred or mix. I started this blog to help us help our best friends. The more informed and educated we are about the dogs we love, the happier they will be. And who doesn’t want a happy dog? This website is intended as an invaluable source of information on everything from care, training, rescues and strays, to puppy mills and humane education.
I cannot imagine life without dogs. They give so much and ask for so little. They greet the morning with a big stretch, a tail wag and the expectation that it is going to be a great day. They live for squeaky toys, chasing squirrels, and tummy rubs. They remind us that life shouldn’t be taken so seriously, but enjoyed, with the wind in our face, sun on our back, playing and playing some more. Live in the moment, their wagging tails shout. Tomorrow is not important what matters is now. For these reasons, I am and will always be grateful for dogs.
We adopted Xuma on January 20, 2009, from a city shelter. Sadly, she passed over rainbow bridge on March 9, 2019. She had not been sick, so we were dismayed when we found she had passed peacefully in her sleep, most likely of heart failure. We miss her dearly and will never forget her playful and friendly nature. She was convinced that all people, and dogs alike, should be her friend. She loved to soak up the sun, reminding us to appreciate nature. She was our little girl, sorely missed and never forgotten.
Orson was adopted from a rescue group in June 2009. He is about 14 years old now and he is slowing down. He can no longer jump on the bed or the sofa. (We now have six dog beds in our house!) He is teaching us how to age gracefully, as he goes along with whatever life has in store, without complaint. He enjoys his walks, his food, and lots of love. He is our Orson Smorson.