Dancing in a Belgium train station

I overslept. I want to respond about Ponya. I tried to put this video right in this blog entry. Can’t figure that out, so please take my word for it. Give yourself a treat and watch it.

Faye on…infiltration

Here’s a lovely little piece of crap that has shown up on a feed reader that I get to my office (websense blocks the real thing) –

Susan on…She’s HERE !!!!

Whew…..It is too hot even for us who live here….
Poor Ponya came with her winter coat on.
Oh well, that’s what scissors are for, right?
So…we’ll just take it off her….

Susan

Later that evening…

She’s glued herself to me.

Still panting, but she sounds more like a choo choo now than a freight
train…

Note from Debby…

Yesterday was difficult for me, much more difficult than I could have imagined. At the airport I had to dig down deep, remind myself to ‘be there’ for Ponya. My own emotions could be released later. I wanted to grab her out of the crate, give her a big farewell, hugging her, telling her how much I loved her. And to trust me, I was doing this for her. That farewell would have created unnecessary anxiety for Ponya. So, as I coach my clients prone to dramatic good-byes at my grooming shop, I acted as if. As If this were the same as leaving her for the day at the vet clinic. No drama. No good-bye.

I am relieved she arrived safe and sound and has already latched on to Susan!

April Foolishness

Hi Debby,
Vickie just gave me an idea that tickled my funny bone…
If your dog was a cocktail, what would it be made of??  Alcoholic brew 
or non, share the ingredients!
Cheers!!

Kathy

To start us off, Kathy shared Pete is…