
With healthy parents come healthy puppies.

The longer I spend around animals, the less convinced I become that the shelter crisis is going to be solved by any single program, law, campaign, slogan, fundraiser, or social media movement, which is not to say those things have no value because rescue matters, shelters matter, foster homes matter, spay and neuter programs matter,…
We are living through a time that seems determined to test people in ways previous generations would recognize immediately, with uncertainty replacing stability, noise replacing wisdom, and a pace of life so relentless that many have forgotten what it feels like to sit quietly long enough to hear their own thoughts, much less recognize the…
A single photo stopped me cold this week: rows of shelter dogs gone, with a caption blaming breeders. For a moment, the explanation felt simple enough. The longer I looked, though, the more I found myself wondering whether I was seeing the whole story or simply its heartbreaking ending. That question sent me down a…
🐾 If you’ve been thinking about adding a dog to the family, but aren’t quite sure what breed fits your lifestyle, let me make a case for the Miniature Poodle. Living here in Tennessee, I know a lot of folks appreciate a good working dog. Border Collies, Aussies, Heelers, bird dogs, farm dogs… they’re smart,…
Tick season has a way of turning a peaceful walk through the woods into a full-body inspection project by the time everyone gets home. Around here, checking ears, armpits, toes, groin folds, collars, and feathering has become just as routine as filling water bowls. The important part is not panic.But the important part is knowing…
Somebody messaged me asking what “protocol” I use for my puppies and I actually laughed a little because at that exact moment I was sitting on the floor beside the whelping box in old sweatpants with goat milk dried on my sleeve, one sock half on, hair looking like I had been electrocuted by the…
Years ago while digging through Juliette’s books, old breeder correspondence, and the kind of material that somehow convinces you that one more page will only take a minute before you look up and realize half the evening has disappeared, I came across a letter from a breeder describing a kennel that, by every modern standard,…
Three boys. Two girls. Five healthy puppies safely arrived, nursing, sleeping, squeaking, and carrying on as though entering the world is the most ordinary thing imaginable while the rest of us stand around completely amazed that nature somehow keeps pulling this off generation after generation. Around three o’clock this morning I was parked on the…