Ginny sent…a warning for dog owners
Posted: April 5, 2009 Filed under: Apso Aficionados Leave a comment
If you are an owner of a dog that belongs to a ‘dangerous breed’ category and
you also have a small child, please take this as a warning.
Don’t leave Your dog with the child unattended under any circumstances.
Only a little moment was enough for the following to happen….

Vickie shared…Old Dogs: Are the Best Dogs
Posted: April 3, 2009 Filed under: Apso Aficionados Leave a comment
It’s available at Amazon. Here’s a review from that site:
Anyone who has ever loved an old dog will love Old Dogs. In this collection of profiles and photographs, Weingarten and Williamson document the unique appeal of man’s best friend in his or her last, and best, years.
This book is a tribute to every dog who has made it to that time of life when the hearing and eyesight begin to go, when the step becomes uncertain, but when other, richer traits ripen and coalesce. It is when a dog attains a special sort of dignity and a charm all his own.
If you’ve known a favorite old dog, you’ll find him or her on these pages. Your dog might go by a different name and have a different shape, but you’ll recognize him or her by the look in an eye or the contours of a life story. There is the dog who thinks he is a house cat; the herder, the fetcher, the punk and the peacock, the escape artist, the demolition artist, the patrician, the lovable lout, the amiable dope, the laughable clown, the schemer, the singer, the daredevil, the diplomat, the politician, the gourmand, and the thief. Plus, as a special bonus, you will find the first Latvian elkhounds ever photographed.
Old Dogs is a glorious gift book and a fitting tribute to that one dog you can’t ever forget.
About the Author
Gene Weingarten, pictured here with Murphy, his Plott Hound, is a nationally syndicated humor columnist and a Pulitzer Prize-winning staff writer for The Washington Post. He has written two books: The Hypochondriac’s Guide to Life. And Death. and I’m with Stupid (with Gina Barreca). Weingarten lives in Washington, D.C. He has instructed his family that he wishes to be buried in Washington’s Congressional Cemetery, because it allows dogs to run free. He wants his tombstone to include only his birth and death dates, and this: “A funny man who loved dogs.” The stone will be carved in the shape of a fire hydrant.
Washington Post photographer Michael S. Williamson was born and raised in Washington, D.C. A two-time Pulitzer Prize winner, Williamson has covered a variety of global events over the last thirty years, including the wars in El Salvador and Nicaragua, the Philippine revolution, strife in the Middle East, the Gulf War, and conflicts in Africa and the Balkans. At the Post, Williamson works as both a photographer and a photo editor. He lives in Silver Spring, Maryland, with his daughters, Sophia and Valerie.
Kathy’s April Fool
Posted: April 1, 2009 Filed under: Apso Aficionados Leave a comment
Tess, my little funny face, April Fool Jester…
How do your dogs make you laugh?
LOL, Kathy
Vickie shared…Dog Gone Pain
Posted: March 31, 2009 Filed under: Apso Aficionados, Lotsa Lhasa Info Leave a comment
It was first prescribed by my vet when Frankers had his first flare up. Initial Rx was: 1 whole tab for 2 weeks and then 1/2 tab daily.
Vickie shared…Good Dog. Stay.
Posted: March 30, 2009 Filed under: Apso Aficionados 1 CommentVickie shared this CD with me. 
“The life of a good dog is like the life of a good person, only shorter and more compressed.”
So writes Pulitzer Prize-winning author Anna Quindlen about her beloved black Labrador Retriever., Beau. With her trademark wisdom and humor, Quindlen reflects on how her life has unfolded in tandem with Beau’s, and on the lessons she’s learned by watching him: to roll with punches, to take things as they come, to measure herself not in terms of the past or the future but of the present, to raise her nose in the air from time to time and, at least metaphorically, holler, “I smell bacon!”
Of the dog that once possessed a catcher’s mitt of a mouth, Quindlen reminisces, “There came a time when a scrap thrown in his direction usually bounced unseen off his head. Yet put a pork roast in the oven, and the still breathed as audibly as an obscene caller. The eyes and ears may have gone, but the nose was eternal. And the tail. The tail still wagged, albeit at half-staff. When it stops, I thought more than once, then we’ll know.”
Heartening and bittersweet, Good Dog. Stay: honors the life of a cherished and loyal friend and offers us a valuable lesson on our four-legged family members: Sometimes an old dog can teach us new tricks.
