Category Archives: Black Labs
Two of our four Labs are getting closer to their expiration date and just like humans, if you are around them every day, the change is gradual and often unnoticed. The years however, still take their toll. I took this … Continue reading
So, Mackenzie and Big Red were on the floor enjoying a Sunday afternoon nap and old Maggie just moseyed on over and plopped herself down on top of Mackenzie’s front legs. In all the years we have had dogs, I … Continue reading
“Have you ever met someone so stupid that you felt bad for their dog(s)?” Hopefully, you don’t feel that way for these four Labs. If you do, they will defend me to the death as I’m the one that usually … Continue reading
“When nothing is sure, everything is possible” Margaret Drabble
One thing about dogs is that they are always trying to please you.
A few days ago, I was presented with a question that I had never considered, but felt it warranted serious consideration. Do dogs like to fetch tennis balls because they like to fetch tennis balls or or because they think … Continue reading
. . . you look under a couch and find five tennis balls, less than 24 hours after you vacumed there.
Readers of this blog might recall that we have four, grown Black Labs. While there are dozens of stories about them found within these pages, I’ll share the very first post from July of 2010. Sunday Night, Dog Night. Fast … Continue reading
“I’m in a really good place right now. Not emotionally or spiritually. Just on the couch with my dogs”….@sungazing1
I’ll let the pictures do the talking. . .
When we moved to Michigan in July, three of our four Black Labs moved with us and one stayed back in Aiken with our daughter, Kelliann. Maggie, aged 13, stayed behind as Snickers, Big Red and Mackenzie made the move … Continue reading
Maggie will be fourteen years old in a few months and today was her first trip to the beach, thanks to our daughter Kelliann. Not a bad life as she is spoiled rotten, spending a few days in Charleston, SC. … Continue reading
This was sent back from South Carolina this evening. Our daughter Elissa and Maggie going for a walk as the sun sets. Maggie, now thirteen and a half years old, didn’t make the move with us and the other three … Continue reading
Well, it is worth it.
Maggie, on her way to the supermarket. Ten seconds of canine joy. Her life ain’t so bad.