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The “Tail” of a Puppy Mill Survivor
Deep brown eyes stared at me as a small taupe and white body was placed in my lap. The eyes - and the body - belonged to Gracie, an Italian Greyhound then known as Lady "bug."
Obviously a bit tense around strangers, Gracie sat still in my lap... then slowly she tilted her head up, looked into my eyes and gave me a solitary kiss.
Feeding a Raw Diet Without Breaking the Bank
Yesterday, I found myself elbow deep in 60 pounds of ground game meat and bone, 10 pounds of offal and 30 pounds of ground veggies. My first thought, "the things I do for my dogs!" was quickly overpowered by a sense of pride. Pride of the decisions I have made for the care of my dogs and the copious amounts of research I've done backing up those decisions. I realized that I WILL do just about anything for my dogs!
I sat back and took a deep breath, knowing that the next several hours were going to be trying. Buffy was about to be dropped off at the salon for her biannual haircut. But this was no ordinary haircut... it was an ordeal that was guaranteed to suck the life out of me. Why? Because she would most certainly be a shaggy mess with mats all over her body and a really bad attitude. You see, Buffy was a Cocker Spaniel who belonged to the worst kind of owner: one who demands perfection and a full coat but refuses to do any work at home. You guessed it - not only do I sculpt " jewelry dogs ," I also sculpt the real thing. I'm a dog groomer.
