Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The last Official Friend of Fiona for the Year 2010 is...Meredith Grace!

Dear Shannon,
Just wanted to share a few pictures of Meredith Grace sporting her SNOWYMAN collar out in the SNOW. We absolutely love all of our Lucky Fiona collars. Thank you for your hard work! --
Hilary C. ~ DogMom of Meredith Grace
*Oh Meredith Grace, we think you look dandy in your Snowyman Collar! We especially love the photo of you in your coordinating coat! (It's important to stay warm in this wintry weather! We are naming you our Official Friend of Fiona and you have the honor of being our last winner for the calendar year of 2010! Happy New Year and have your DogMom email us to pick out your free collar for being our winner!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Dugan Does Not Care if Santa is Watching...

Perhaps Dugan is jealous of Pogue the puppy and Alex and I constantly taking photos of him and his deaf-puppy hijinks. Today Dugan made it clear who the original "bad ass setter" is around this house. While we ran to the bank and Sam's Club for a mere 35 minutes Dugan broke into the studio where some boxes all neatly wrapped and taped up on my wrapping table were awaiting a trip to the post office. He picked the one that had something edible and delicious in it and carefully opened it and helped himself. I am thankful the non-edible contents remained untouched, but as a nice little "don't forget the old guy can still make trouble" touch Dugan ate the Christmas card that had a heart felt message to the recipients in it.
He may be grey around the muzzle, he may be stiff in the morning, he may forget how to come back inside once out the doggie door, but Dugan still has it. He obviously does not care if Santa is watching. We get it Dugan...sigh.

Saturday, December 18, 2010


* Every year we whip out the camera to make the holiday are some of the photographs that didn't make the final cut.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

First Snow for Pogue

*A personal and up close first dog account of experiencing snow for the first time.

"Ummmm, what the...ummmm, I'm confused. This is different. This white stuff is everywhere. I don't know what to do. Ummmm, anybody? I'm going to just sit. Yes, that's it. Sit. Sitting is my default reaction to not knowing what to do so I'm just going to ummmmm, sit here and figure it out. Yup."

(4 minutes pass)

"Hold the phone! This white stuff is in a bowl so it must mean I can eat it! That's it! EAT ALL THE SNOW! This is awesome! I'm going to eat it and eat some more and wait...more is falling! I'll eat that too! In the air! As it falls! This is incredible! Stuff I can eat in the yard that DogDom & DogDad are not giving me "No" or "Drop it" hand signals for! What a lucky day! This is incredible, but enough chit-chat, back to eating snow! Yahoooo!"

(10 minutes pass)

"Holy can run in this stuff! Lily showed me how and the next thing I knew we were running and sliding in snow and oh my gosh, there wasn't even time to eat any we were having so much fun!

Then I said to Lily "Hey - wouldn't it be fun to take DogMom's couch blanket through the doggie door and play with it in the snow!!!" Lily said "No, no, that would be wrong and I'm not comfortable with the idea." But I was all like "Don't be such a fraidy-cat Lily! I'm doing it!" Plus it was so cool to whip it around and it made a great tug-o-war toy and really all it was doing was just draping over the arm of a couch serving no purpose whatsoever. Obviously this is a snow toy that we simply were waiting for snow to play with. Yippee! I love snow."

Monday, November 29, 2010

Weekend Dog Happenings...

* A few weeks ago we asked to see what your dogs do over the weekend. I'm sure we have some great photos and stories from this past holiday weekend! Send them our way! Here is loyal Lucky Fiona client Teddy enjoying a weekend earlier in the month. Send your photos and stories to :
Hi Shannon,
I just read through the blog and I thought you might like to see exactly what Teddy does on the weekend...
Just this past weekend we stayed in NYC and I got to see what he is truly passionate about in life. It's not about the country and chasing squirrels. It's about finding the perfect spot to curl up and soak up some sun.
The second shot is what we like to call... "Have you seen how cute I am?". He does it all weekend long. Let's sit as close as humanly possible to my parents.
We miss you and love you,
JR, Char and Teddy

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Leftover Turkey Hash Recipe for Dogs

* Courtesy of that pooch lovin' Rachael Ray - make some for the dog you're thankful for in your life!

Leftover Thanksgiving Hash
Makes 3 cups Prep 10 min | Cook 5 min
1 sweet potato, peeled and coarsely chopped
1/2 cup leftover skinless roast turkey meat, shredded
1/2 cup leftover stuffing or 1 piece toast, coarsely chopped
1 teaspoon finely chopped fresh sage
2 tablespoons prepared cranberry sauce
Directions: * In a small pot of boiling, salted water, cook the sweet potato until tender, about 5 minutes. Drain and let cool. * In a mixing bowl, stir together the sweet potato, turkey, stuffing and sage. Top with the cranberry sauce and serve.
WARNING: Do not use stuffing containing onions and/or garlic, which can be toxic to cats and dogs. Recipe by Andrew Kaplan via Rachael Ray's Magazine

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Pogue, Puke & Being Humbled by an 8 month old English Setter

Dogs have a way of humbling us. What a wonderful gift! I was reminded of this life lesson this weekend when presented with our deaf dog Pogue's first foray into induced vomiting. What is it with these male setters? I have lived with setters for 15 years and none of my girls have EVER had the dreaded peroxide syringe forced down their throat after ingesting something they shouldn't. My first Irish Setter Seamus had the infamous pan of dark chocolate brownies 10 minutes before we were leaving for a dinner party where we were responsible for bringing dessert. Dugan, well, those who read this blog know Dugan's track record of eating things he shouldn't is variety at it's best. In 11 years with us he's ingested everything from a giant sized Toblerone, a bag of whole wheat flour, a canister of multivitamins and my personal favorite 17 Peanut Butter & Chocolate Power Bars ingested in 10 minutes by opening the pantry door and seeing what looked good while I leash trained Caelan in our cul-de-sac for 10 FREAKIN' MINUTES. One golden wrapper of said Power Bar is stapled to the front of his vet record file as a reminder to us all not to shop at Costco in bulk for protein bars.
I swear I could see a look of pride in Dugan's eyes as he passed the forced-vomit-40cc- syringe- torch down to his young protege this past Saturday night.
Dugan and Pogue had a tag team effort going on. While I ran upstairs to get dressed and ready to go to a charity volunteer event that Alex is chairing for his company they made their move. Alex was in the shower and let's face it, he is not the most vigilant in thwarting deviant behavior anyway. (flashback last week - "Oh, I didn't know the dogs weren't supposed to chew your flip-flops? I thought they were toys. They are they same color as that one toy they have.") Dugan took the lead and popped open the child lock on the cabinet under the sink that houses the garbage can. I imagine he gave Pogue the paws-up sign that I move slow coming down stairs due to bad knee so let's get going! Dugan wasted no time eating old pizza crust and Pogue found gold...or I should say silver in the form of an aluminum Philadelphia cream cheese wrapper left over from that morning's bagels. You know those damn wrappers hold onto cream cheese for dear life so you always throw them out with creamy cheese goodness still there. Pogue had found his treasure.
Caelan meanwhile, our tattle tale female Irish Setter started her "shrieky bark" which she only uses when another dog is doing something they shouldn't like harassing a cat. My ears immediately alerted to this distinct bark, which by the way would have sounded like any other bark to my husband. I sprinted downstairs, okay well, I hobbled really, really fast to see Pogue chomping away at the wrapper and garbage all over the kitchen floor. I did the "no" sign, I did the "naughty" hand sign, I even did the karate chop "Stop it right now I'm totally serious about it" sign. Pogue stood poised and ready for flight out the doggie door, slurping and chomping foil wrapper. I took one step towards him and he flew out the door into the back yard.
I followed in a great looking ensemble of a shirt, no pants and garden clogs I keep at the back door. (did I mention I was getting dressed earlier?) Thankful for our privacy fence and fearful GoogleEarth satellites may be capturing this moment in time I played catch me if you can with Pogue. He gave me one final chase on and off the deck before swallowing the wrapper whole. Shit. Intestinal blockage on a Saturday. E-Vet is $100 to walk in the door to make my dog puke.
My husband, fully clothed and ready to leave came upon the scene of me swearing my head off in the powder room with Pogue on a leash, while looking for non-expired peroxide. Dugan by the way cleared off anything edible from the garbage mess and was laying in the living room like "I did nothing. You can't prove anything."
Believe it or not the humbling had not even begun.
Seamus would take the peroxide like a kid swallowing nasty cough medicine, he didn't like it, but he didn't fight it. Our dear Dugan actually sits outside like a good patient when you force the peroxide down his throat. Is this because he is such a veteran? I don't know. But he does and I guess I took this for granted as little Pogue was having nothing of it. 35 minutes of my 6 foot 1 husband and my so-called years of "animal skills" and that little bastard Pogue evaded every effort in getting peroxide into him. 37 pounds of wily puppy that contorted himself like a Cirque de Soleil performer to avoid that syringe in his throat. Alex and I were covered in peroxide from failed attempts leaving bleached out marks on our clothes as mementos forevermore. I may have unintentionally highlighted some of my hair as well.
We attempted to mask the syringe with canned pumpkin, tripe, peanut butter and in sheer desperation ice cream. Pogue saw through it all and clamped his jaw shut like a vice the moment the peroxide hit his mouth. As the minutes ticked by the profanities increased as Alex was the one setting up the booth at the event and we were supposed to leave already and now he was covered in sticky ice cream, smelly tripe and as a final "F-You" he stepped in doggie doo.
Alex went to change his shoes and I had a "come to Jesus moment" with Pogue. I'm not proud of manhandling my sweet spotty boy, but desperate times call for desperate measures. No more sweet talk, he couldn't hear it anyway. I fell back on my vet clinic days and restrained that dog with my legs like a wild boar and stuck that syringe far down his throat until the peroxide was drained from the syringe. 30 seconds later he vomited 3 times. An array of ice cream, tripe, peanut butter and one whole Philadelphia Cream Cheese wrapper. Alex of course missed it all so I can be the bad lady who forces things down the puppy's throat. Sigh.
The following days proved to be more battle of wills and humbling as Pogue made it very clear he will not be pilled nor ingest Maalox without a fight. When I ran my pet sitting business people used to hire me for $20 medication visits to come and pill their cats or dogs. I always felt like I was robbing them as it was so simple and I would scoff "what the hell is wrong with these people, it's so easy!" Well, those words came to haunt me as pukey pup (who couldn't have any food the first 24 hours post vomit till his stomach settled) would not take his tummy meds without much theatrics. Howling, whining, spitting pink colored tablets out in my face. In fact I think Pogue is ready for the theater as he acted like a starving sickly waif from a silent movie all weekend. He only wanted me to hold him while wrapped in a soft blanket. He would add a shudder every now and then for effect between snoozing. Alex was booted from the bed Saturday night so Pogue could lay under the covers with me and recuperate.
I'm happy to report today Pogue is back to his old self. Digestion is back in normal working order. Child-lock on garbage cabinet has been adjusted. I will never judge anybody else for not being able to dose something to their animal companion. I have lovely new highlights. I am humble.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Late Breaking News! Oskar is in!!!!

Hold the phone! We just were notified that we had a donation not accounted for! The kind donor did not notate a dog's name in the notes so it looked like one of our Etsy sales in our ledger when we went through all the vote invoices this evening. We are pleased to say Oskar will be in the calendar! Since Daisy & Candy were tied at 55 votes each and live together we will let them share a month. This way nobody get's bumped! Plus $30 more to split with the 3 organizations! Whew. No more numbers for tonight! Thanks to Oskar's DogMom for bringing this to our attention!

The Top 12!

Your Top 12 Lucky Fiona Calendar Dogs ~ Congrats!


* Thanks so much for everybody's support for this years photo contest for the 2011 Friends of Lucky Fiona Calendar! So proud to report we raised $1374 for 3 wonderful organizations - Dekalb Animal Shelter ~ Heart of Texas Lab Rescue ~ Ohio English Setter Rescue will each receive $448 to help animals in need.
Here is the breakdown of votes ~
- Our 12 Calendar Dogs -
1. Bruce - $210
2. Briley - $182
3. Izzy - $133
4. Daisy & Candy (combined after late addition vote for Oskar) - $110
5. Guinness - $102
6. Teddy - $101
7. Felicity - $88
8. Remy - $77
9. Oskar -$73
10. Emily - $65
11. Burberry - $56
12. Bailey - $51
14. Mabel -$28
15. Alex - $17
16. Lilla (the goat) - $15
17. Declan - $12
18. Ruger - $7
19. Kota - $7
20. Bentley - $7
21. Jake - $6
22. Clancey - $6
23. Dudley - $5
24. Tink - $3
25. Thea - $2
26. Molly - $2
27. Duke - $2
28. Fiona - $2
29. Cara - $1
30. Gina - $1
31. Bella - $1
32. Lucy - $1
33. Mr. Joey - $1

*Calendars will be on sale tomorrow in our Etsy shop! We thank everybody from the bottom of our hearts who submitted photos and donated to raise funds for these wonderful humane groups! In addition to bragging rights - our top 12 winners also will receive Gift Certificates good for 2011 for a Custom Collar of their choice.

Calendar Contest ENDS TODAY at 5:00 p.m. Central time

2011 Friends of Lucky Fiona Calendar Contest
LAST DAY to vote! Just $1 per vote and 100% of proceeds going to charity. Contest ends at 5:00p.m. central time. We've raised $1118 as of this morning - wouldn't an even $1200 or more to split between 3 organizations (Dekalb Animal Shelter, Heart of Texas Lab Rescue & Ohio English Setter Rescue)be a dream come true! 12 Calendar Boys and Girls to be announced at 6:00p.m. central time. The accounting firm of Alex will be double checking all donations/votes (you know me and math) So vote!
So happy to report EVERY photo has had votes - thanks to all who have been such great supporters!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

What Does Your Dog Do on the Weekend?

* We asked what your dog likes to do on the weekend and have received some great stories and photos - here is our first from the West Coast where Declan the Irish Setter enjoys his weekends with is DogMom Amy.

Hi Shannon -
Declan loves to go to the coast with his friend Finn.
He also loves just hanging out in Portland, reading a book or playing fetch at the park. But his favorite place on the weekend is 1000 Acres, a huge area where the Sandy and Columbia rivers meet, with a view of Mt. Hood.
- Amy

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Pogue & Lily Enjoy A November Day in the Sunshine

Nothing makes Lily & Pogue happier than a run at our local dog park on a chilly yet sunny Sunday afternoon. Would love to see what your happy pooches love doing on the weekends! Send photos and descriptions to

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A message from Dugan - One Grumpy Old Dog

* Since Dugan told the animal communicator last week he was the "favorite" it behooves us to let him write today's blog. The subject is something we can tell you he is very passionate about.

Daylight Savings Time
by Dugan Finn Rainboth Barry

Okay humans, enough about this Daybright Savings crap, it sounds like a bank name anyway. You can try to explain to me every which way to Sunday the concept and the truth is I don't care. Feed me and feed me when I know I am supposed to be fed, which is more specifically when I want to be fed.
Do dogs wear watches? Hmmm? Do they? No. No they don't. Believe me, if dogs could wear watches those overpriced bastards at The Company of Dogs would create them in every color for every size breed. (you idiots would buy them too, you know you would)
This is not open for negotiating. I don't care if that ticking thing on the wall says 6:00a.m. I goddamn know in my starving gut it is really 7:00a.m. and I want breakfast. Don't play mediator with me offering to split the time down the middle and feeding me at 6:30 till I get used to the time change. This will not happen.
Don't ignore my howling (which is the first clinical sign of dog starvation by the way) by shutting your bedroom door. You are just damn lucky I am arthritic and don't like to climb the stairs in the morning or I would have clawed that damn door. I think my shredding of your decor couch pillow this morning should be message enough that ignoring the situation is not a solution.
So let's summarize. I'm a dog and I am obviously in charge of this household. I don't use clocks. I want food when I want it.
Now get on board goddamn it. Having to explain this hooey to you has really cut into my morning nap time.
~ Dugan
p.s. Don't even think of scolding me for pulling your jackets off the coat rack in the laundry room and licking all your coat pockets that may or may not have had treat remnants in them. I was freakin' starving lady.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Friends of Lucky Fiona 2011 Calendar Finalists!

It was tough but we received 89 entries and picked 33 as finalists - the rest is up to you! Pick our 12 lucky winners to be January- December on this year's calendar. Votes cost just $1 each and all proceeds go to non-profit humane organizations. Tell your friends and vote as often as you like for your favorites!
To vote for any of these photos for our yearly "2011 Friends of Fiona Calendar Contest" simply do the following:
~ $1 per vote ~ Vote as many times as you wish! ~
Donate via Paypal @
* 100% of proceeds will be evenly split between 3 Animal Charities *
Dekalb Animal Shelter (where our beloved Fiona was rescued from)
Heart of Texas Lab Rescue
Ohio English Setter Rescue
Directions for voting:
Paypal is at
Hit "Send Money" Tab
Enter email address:
Check off "Services" option
In MESSAGE BOX list name of dog(s) you want your vote to go to!
Voting tallies will be updated daily via Facebook and on Flickr.
Email: with any queries.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Thanks and more thanks...

Thank you all for the kind and compassionate words, the beautiful flowers, and all the heartfelt wishes this past week. Alex and I are incredibly humbled that in Fiona's name over $300 has been donated to Ohio English Setter Rescue so that other dogs, like our once homeless Fiona can be helped. This is beyond what we could have imagined and are so touched that through this loss some good can come. It is a true testimony to a dog that had such a pure soul, that even in her passing good can still come through in some way. We are fortunate to have our other dogs Dugan, Caelan, Lily and Pogue and our cats Brody and Sully to keep us well loved and comforted this week. They certainly know she is gone and are also mourning, and we are once again reminded of the power and love animals have in our lives but also with each other. In Fiona's memory we will continue to make her collars and keep her name and spirit going. We know that our studio has a beautiful spotty dog angel looking over it and her ashes will be kept there so our Sweet Fee can still watch over all we do.

~ Shannon & Alex

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Losing Lucky Fiona

How do I even begin?
I will try with a simple word of thanks to all who have reached out to us the past 2 days. It has been a great source of comfort for Alex and I to know so many care for us and respect the loss that has occurred within our little family. It helps to have something to hold onto when all feels so hopeless. I have grasped onto all of your words of love and compassion, they mean more than you know.

I have lost things I loved before and it never gets easier. You never become accustomed to having your heart broken. I keep thinking that with age and wisdom I will become a more graceful human, but I am messy. I am in pieces and I hurt. I was so worried about having 5 dogs in the house before adopting Pogue, and now that there is 4 it seems so empty. There are open spaces wherever I look and the feeling of something missing and I wonder how I ever worried about something so silly like a head count of canines under this roof. There could be a hundred dogs here right now and I still am missing one.

We did not know Fiona was sick until Monday. I say that from a clinical standpoint. But in the hindsight that is always clearer, Alex and I both knew. When you live your lives loving your animal companions so deeply, you know when something is off. I had made excuses that were solid, very understandable. I blamed her maturing and slowing down, her ambiguous setter-thyroid, the heat that day, the hyper new puppy in the house causing her to retreat to be by herself. It all looked so fathomable on paper, but in my conscious I knew and I kept my fears deep inside a well of denial. Simply because anything else would cause the pain I am drowning in today.

Our animal companions speak to us in so many ways. While I know it is a privilege to understand them on such a deep level and enjoy the bounty of that understanding, I also have to acknowledge the gift in hearing the truth when you do not want to hear it. The truth behind our beautiful creature's eyes was one of pain, and there was no choice but to relieve her of it. I know some will question that decision, especially with my background and knowledge in veterinary medicine. It is a blessing and a curse to work behind those exam room walls at the vet clinic. With every cure there is a loss and the circle keeps rotating and you jump on and off the ride as long as you can keep your balance. For those that work in animal health care you know of what I speak, you can recognize those around you who should have jumped off the ride long ago, jaded and no longer able to feel. I left the field before I became that, and this is part of that deal. I still feel with every ounce of my being, my blessing and my curse.

Fiona came to us out of nowhere, one of life's most happy surprises. A dog in a poorly run shelter in the middle of acres of farmland, I was only supposed to assess her for adoptability so she could be placed into foster care. Just an informal temperament test, just another volunteer duty. We smelled the facility a half mile before we saw the structure. The shelter staff so untrained they did not know what an English Setter was when I asked to see her. They pointed to a room with a dirt floor and no heat and pens and pens of dogs and told me to see if I could find the setter. I found a setter. Fiona was all a happy setter should be, even in the worst of circumstances. She hopefully licked my fingers through a chain link gate and quickly bewitched Alex with her deep cocoa eyes. While I attempted to "assess" her temperament and give her a mini-health screening, Alex announced we were taking her home forever. I was thinking like a seasoned dog person and my husband as usual was thinking with his heart.

I had to remember to do the same think with my heart. In my head I knew we could start cutting cancer out, do chemo and try to buy time. But ultimately, the time we would be buying would be for ourselves and Fiona deserved more than that. Fiona was most happy when running free and off leash. At our dog park she would bound over the prairie grass effortlessly with that long field setter tongue out the side of her mouth, trying to play catch up with the rest of her. This was how I wanted to remember her, not in a vet hospital with an IV drip.

I brought her home Monday night and brushed her even though she hated being brushed, I always told her she was the face of a collar company and must look her best. I put a brand new collar on her and whispered to her softly how much she was loved and how she will always be our "Sweet Fee" Alex fed her ice cream and we sat with her on the floor and stroked those lovely spotty ears. Yesterday morning the tornado sirens went off at 6:00 a.m. and I awoke to a feeling of dread that had nothing to do with the impending bad weather. I don't remember going to the vet, but we got there. At 9:00a.m. we set her free and I know in her heart, even with a tumor encasing it, she loved us for letting her go, for letting her run free forever. I asked our other dogs that have passed to meet her at the bridge and for my sister Mary, whom Fiona was named in honor of to care for her on the other side.

We will move on slowly from this loss and I am incredibly grateful to all who have contacted us to share their thoughts and love. I am especially humbled by those that have donated to OESR ( in her name. I hope through these donations, other homeless setters can be as lucky as Fiona was. I did not know how many people and their animals have been influenced however small in life by our dear Fiona. I realize how lucky we are for this.
~ Shannon & Alex

Friday, October 22, 2010

Lucky Fiona Gets Green!

Lucky Fiona is changing up our packaging! No worries though as they will be as gorgeous as ever. In an effort to be more "green" and reduce our carbon paw print we will now gift wrap our collars with eco-friendly materials made in the USA! We love wrapping your purchases to give the most "wow" upon receipt and now we can do it using earth friendly materials. Now that is something we can all howl about!
Lucky Fiona collars will now be gorgeously wrapped in compostable & biodegradable cello bags and tied with colorful eco-friendly ribbon. Below are details on our new packaging.
Nature Flex Cello Bags are certified biodegradable & compostable.
Nature Flex Cello bags are made from wood cellulose fibers sourced with sustainable forestry principles. Certified biodegradable, compostable and made carbon zero. Meets ASTM D6400, EN13432 standards for CA and other states. Meets all FDA requirements.
100% Recycled Fiber Rebbon™ is made in the USA.
100% Recycled Fiber Rebbon™ is made in the USA from 65% reclaimed cotton and 35% recycled plastic bottles. A cotton curling ribbon product from Green Way ® packaging line of eco-friendly products.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

This Weeks Official Friend of Fiona is Molly!

Thank you so much for my mollys new collar. she loves it. Here are a couple of pics of molly modeling it!
- Megan
*Thanks for the great photos Megan and we are pleased to announce that Molly is our Official Friend of Fiona! Please let us know what custom collar print she would like as her prize! Reminder to all: Calendar contest deadline is tomorrow! October 20th - so get those pics in! Email images to:

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Mail Bag!

Hi Shannon -
I am glad to hear that Alex is doing better! Truly the best part of owning animals they are what keep us going during the hard times! And of course I am going to re-up my Collar of the Month subscription :) and thank you for the discount, that is very sweet of you! I love how amazing Ginger looks in each collar as well as getting guaranteed mail each month! I am loving every collar we get! Today she is wearing her sunflower one and she looks great! I have attached a photo to make you smile, I figured I was going to wait to show you when I submit it to the calendar contest but it is a good pick me up photo. :)
Best to all!
Ayres (DogMom to Ginger and CatMom & GoatMom to a whole clan of animal companions in California!)
* Thank you Ayres and to all who sent well wishes to my husband, he is on the mend and every day we are thankful to see any type of improvement, no matter how small. I adore this photo and it will be entered into our calendar contest! It also brought big smiles so I had to share it with all. Thanks for making what we do so worthwhile, we love our clients, both human and four pawed!

Monday, October 11, 2010

2 for 1 Collar of the Month Special...Only 6 subscriptions available!

We run this sale once a year prior to the holiday season so here it is! 6 subscriptions ONLY available at this steal of a price...
-2 DOGS FOR 1 - Collar of the Month SPECIAL - GET 2 COLLAR OF THE MONTH SUBSCRIPTIONS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE SUBSCRIPTION $150 (which is a $251 value which makes this deal a HUGE deal paying $150 for $503 in value!) PERFECT FOR THE 2 DOG HOUSEHOLD! (DOGS MUST BE AT SAME MAILING ADDRESS TO BE ELIGIBLE FOR SALE, how will Fiona know if you split the cost with somebody but have the collars go to one address? Well um, she wont, so keep that under your hat.)***
Subscription runs 12 months and can start at any time you wish, so keep it in mind as a wonderful holiday gift for the 2 dog guardian you can never find the perfect gift for. Imagine the joy of a custom monthly collar being mailed to your fave pooches!
Email w/questions!

Friday, October 8, 2010


Free Autumnal Dot Collar w/any purchase today. Simply put code "FALLDOT" in notes section along with sizing needs and we'll add a freebie onto your order. Extra wide and martingale charges still apply. 2 Free Autumnal Dot Collar limit per household. Convo on Etsy or email with any questions prior to ordering.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Finding a little piece of peace in the company of dogs.

This past week has been a nightmare. My husband, my rock, my everything... has been in and out of the hospital and various doctor's offices with diagnosed blood clots, some superficial, one deep. Each day we think we are getting past it and the next day a new clot appears. It's disheartening, it's maddening, it's all consuming. Blood clots are horrible little creatures, they are often hard to find and once you know they are there they are impossible to forget. The treatment is an ever increasing dose of self-injectible blood thinners and in the words of the doctor "Going on with life as you know it." You just hope the body dissolves them and they never return, but alas this is easier said than done. My mind goes to the worse case scenario and I quickly shake it away, but much like the clots themselves the thought is there and impossible to forget...I just wait for time to make my mind slowly dissolve it.
So this week I find myself seeking small pieces of peace in a warm and comfortable place. In the company of the dogs. They sense something is off and do what they do best, love us and make us laugh. After a 7 hour ER visit there is no medicine like watching your puppy navigate the front of his body into a garbage pail then once accomplished look up at you and whine because he is now stuck in said garbage pail and needs help out of it. The dogs stick to Alex like velcro, they sense something is hurting him. If sheer love of setters could cure any ill he would have been healthy days ago. The 5 of them encase Alex wherever he rests, one on his head, one on either side and two grumbling over who lays on his feet. It's a race to see what dogs can get closest to him with Caelan hoping to crawl inside his skin if she was able. It's moments like this I always think of the vet I worked for who said dogs are not capable of emotion. I could prove this theory wrong in moments as I see them congregate around my husband this week, they know, there is little doubt in my mind.
Watching the dogs off leash has long been my anti-depressant. Years ago when we lived in Washington State near a bay I would take our first setter Seamus and our lab Fergus to the water at the end of particularly bad days. Seeing them so happy, paddling around in the setting sun soothed me. I find here in the Midwest the expansive dog park has the same effect. Alex and I walked hand in hand the other day along the prairie grass and late season flowers, the autumn sunlight painting the landscape. The dogs were beyond ecstatic. Leaping over tall brush like bunnies and pointing snouts in the air in a most regal fashion, tapping instincts that have been waiting to explode. It's impossible to feel worry when you are witnessing such pure happiness. It's contagious, it's obvious, it's exactly what we needed.
So things will get better, I am confident. If I took a poll every person out there has a worry, a crisis, a reason to feel hopeless. Until these things leave my world I will just keep turning to the dogs. Unlike most humans I know they will not fail in giving us uninhibited love, devotion and much needed laughter.