When it Comes to Dog People Good Prevails...

You'd look this bad too if you sat outside all winter.

Just when I had given up hope of finding Lily's lost collar from the dog park last fall (see earlier post) I get a voice mail just a few days after my blog rant. Not only was this fellow park patron kind enough to call, she also left her name and phone number! So kind and concerned she also offered to drop my lost collar in the mail! What a switch from the vague and cryptic message from an earlier caller.

Laney's DogMom is a good egg.

So hat's off to kind-hearted fellow dog lover Amy. She and her sweet pooch Laney found Lily's very sad looking and weathered collar lost last September. Amy put the collar on the gate at the front entrance per my request. Hooray for kind-hearted dog park patrons! This Head Bitch thinks one good act deserves another so I am sending a custom Lucky Fiona collar to Laney as a token of gratitude. Thanks Amy for putting this collar mystery to rest. Hope to see you at the park soon, I'll recognize you by the well dressed dog.

Lucky Fiona Bottom of the Barrel CLEARANCE

We are clearing out fabric bins and have unearthed some super rare and retired Lucky Fiona prints! All collars in the shop are priced at $13 each! Super limited and super deals. All fabrics will be retired from current shop offerings in prep for the new website so don't miss out! Want to get free shipping on top of that? Simply become a blog follower and leave a comment here and we will forward you the free ship code. But wait! You are already a follower? Simple - email the Head Bitch at info@luckyfiona.com and request the code. Easy- peasy lemon squeezy. 

Go Wide!

You don't have to be a Greyhound to wear an extra wide 2.0 inch width collar! Look at recently rescued Sally from the Valley! (Hudson Valley that is) She is one bold BITCH and wears that 2.0 wide custom "The Barry" Martingale with swagger! 
You don't need to tell Sally about style. She gets it.
Thanks to Sally's DogMom Beth for sending in her photos and also kudos for adopting a dog in need. You're one cool Head Bitch Beth! 

Blog Follower Contest Winner!

Leslie Crickenberger YOU are our winner! Thanks for being a blog follower and for getting a few pals to join too. You win a free Collar of the Month Subscription! Tell her more about it Sam!
(deep announcer voice booms)
"That's right Leslie, every month you will receive a custom made Lucky Fiona Collar in your mailbox. Contact the Head Bitch at info@luckyfiona.com to claim your prize! That's a $250 value and it's yours just for blog following! Wowza, congrats Lucky Lady!"
(announcer leaves because there is nothing else for him to announce and he gets paid by the word so really this is a small gig for him)
* Want a chance to win your dog a Lucky Fiona Collar customized to their size and personality? Easy! Simply become a blog follower and encourage like minded dog lovers to do the same! We'll draw another winner when we hit 100 followers, so get the word out. Be sure to leave a comment telling us who sent you if you were referred - the person who refers gets additional chances in the drawing. 

Magical Moments with Our Dogs

Pogue trying hard not to notice appetizer snack pillows behind him.

Everybody wants at least one "magical" moment story with their dog. You know, the ones like you read about in James Harriot novels where our animal companions show a capacity for love and understanding we never knew imaginable. Moments that make your dog superior to Lassie saving Timmy's ass (again) in an abandoned well, barn fire or impending cattle stampede. You know what I'm talking about. The moments where you look at your dog and understand what all the hullabaloo is all about. Your dog is special. Your dog is amazing. Your dog is going to be in the next goddamn volume of Chicken Soup for the Pet Lover's Soul!
Sadly, most of the time your dog is just, well cute. Or obnoxious. Or doing things that make you seriously wonder if they were dropped on their head a lot as a puppy. Nobody is writing a Disney screenplay for a live action movie about an incredible golden retriever who breaks into the garbage bin and vomits on your duvet after eating rotten cheese. Yet these are the day to day activities of our dogs, which I guess makes it even more divine when they finally do something magical. 
I'll be honest. I did not have a lot of faith that Pogue was anywhere close to the magic. In fact I kind of resigned myself to the fact that this deaf little holy terror would provide comic relief to our lives and that would be his lot in life. We have accepted that we will never be able to put toilet paper at human usage level as long as he lives with us. I sneak couch pillows into the house like a crack addict so my husband doesn't see them Pogue has destroyed so many. My $85 sunglasses were found cracked in half floating in his doggie pool last week. This is kind of the way it goes with Pogue Mahone. Sure he understand sign language, but he also understands like a hearing dog that just because we are signing "return to me those boxer shorts you hijacked from the laundry bin" doesn't mean he has to. We call it deaf-dog-selective-hearing. 
So imagine my surprise today to have a full blown magical moment with Pogue. It was late afternoon and I was laying on the couch half watching a movie. A storm was rolling through so I had the curtains drawn and Lily who is storm phobic, pawing at me. I shifted on the couch and allowed her up close to me and wrapped her in the light blanket I had on me. She does better when swaddled so she was close to me wrapped in my arms, shivering in fear with every clap of thunder. I drifted off to sleep...
A few minutes later I felt a bit more crowded and felt Lily had stopped shaking. I opened my eyes to see Pogue had joined us on the couch. He was on the other side of Lily, completely stretched out and laying half over her. If we were a sandwich Pogue and I were the bread and Lily was the meat. He was licking her snout and then covering her chest with his head as if to say "I'm here, don't be scared." What was incredible was as long as Pogue was pressed up against Lily she did not shake and shiver and actually fell asleep while the storm finished it's path. 
It was so endearing I didn't move an inch and feigned sleep to see how long they would stay this way. Pogue stayed molded into Lily until the rain passed and then jumped up, ran to my desk and stole a pen which he proceeded to mangle. I know naysayers will argue this was a fluke, that Pogue didn't know any better what he was doing. But I know it was magic. It was two animals understanding what the other was in need of. It was a moment I will not soon forget and will try to hold onto next time Pogue is ripping my peonies out of the ground. If just for those few minutes...Pogue was good. That my friends is magic.