Autumn- Let there be peace on Earth and let it begin with Me.

Well, here she is!

Puppy pads!

Crate Training!

Sticky kisses!

Energy plus!

Wagging tail!

Endless love!

Miss Autumn

While I was driving home from NJ heartbroken after the loss of our pup Palmer, my husband was on his way to Shrewsberry, PA to adopt this 14 week old dapple Daschund.

I miss my boy, every day. Those of you who have pets know it takes a long time for that to pass and then you are able to smile when you remember the snuggles, kisses, the leaps and bounds.

But she's cuddling with me when I'm sad and my husband doesn't feel as lost and she has a family.

I think Palmer would like that.

Palmer - my heart is broken.....

Palmer - my heart is broken.

I went to visit my family this weekend.

It was supposed to be fun, always is, actually it was.
We laugh, we eat, we cry, we eat, we heal,
we reminisce. We discover things we never knew
and talk about things we've shared for
many, many moons. My cousin lives in a Mayberry
type of town where everyone knows everyone in
a good sort of way. Non-intrusive but always
there if you need a ride to the ER or to share
a cup of coffee. No cell phone reception.
So when we were leaving and I retrieved
my voice mail - I had 8 calls from my husband
(did I leave a home phone number nooooooo),
apparently very upset. I called him
and he was devastated.
We live on a long 1/2 gravel 1/2 paved country road.
A town named Woodbine, MD.
Horses, sheep, donkeys, pastures and homes.
Unfortunately, cars and trucks think they can fly.
Our 7 month old puppy Palmer was in our yard
when a an SUV swerved and came across
our driveway clipping Palmer and killing him.
Never stopped. My husband ran as fast as he could,
cradled him in his arms -
he was still breathing but his neck was broken
and he died a few moments later.
John buried him by our
Annie with the help of his Dad.
I drove the 6 hour ride home trying
with all my might to hold back the tears.
It wasn't possible. The loss - my heart the loss.
My husband feels so guilty.
I'm at work today - we're trying to heal -
sorry this is so sad, but I know some
of my friends will understand
I had to have a journal
to write about my hurting heart. Love, Jennifer

Long, Lean and In Love

I fell in love...shouldn't
have but I
did and he's HELL
on Wheels! He's Trouble
with a capital T. He's a
demon. He's a wanderer.
He's the reason they started the tv show "It's
Me or the Dog". His name is "PALMER".
And we love him. Our 13 year old "Annie" - the sweetest, most obedient, gentle natured Chesapeake Bay Retriever lost her battle with Cancer. Weak, yes .... I was weak. I thought our other 13 year old Chessie would be lonely. Actually, she and our 3 cats were quite content. I was nuts. I found him in one lapse of weakness on Delaware Puppy Rescue and he was mine. He terrorizes of family pets, runs away every chance he gets, barks at the wind and moon, humps my vacuum cleaner. But when he races to see me and cuddles around my knees at night ... I'm in love. You know - like a Mom with a her naughty little boy when he closes his eyes at night? Ahhhhhhh.

To foster or not to foster - Yes I gave my Heart.

We had our sweetie foster dog for 8 months and it flew
by - Taco - 8 years old - "temporary" - just until a family of
of 7 got back on their feet and found a new apartment.
We gave him a flea bath, we cleaned his ears, we bought him
a collar - this is not good - he's under the cover in bed every
night - we buy him a fleece coat - he's stylin' - everyone loves
him - my grown sons, our 13 year old dog, the ladies at the
bank. The phone never rings. He's our baby now (he's gray,
grizzled and 8 years old). "My dog". Then the call comes ....
he's going home. I plan to be out, I get cranky. The day arrives.
No call, they don't show. Spirits soar! A week passes.
Taco went back to his family yesterday. We did a good thing -
When he left he ran out the door to an 8 year old girl with a leash
waiting. I found out she cried the entire week he left. You see he
was a birthday gift for her 1st birthday. He followed her to the car
with his butt and tail wagging. He never looked back
- which is just the way it should be. A little girl and her doggie
in love. Happy ending. I feel good.