There is an older gentleman who lives in our neighborhood who walks with a walker. We see him out everyday walking his beloved beagle. As you would expect, the gentleman can’t walk very fast, but his beloved pup matches his pace with his tail wagging furiously the whole time. Seeing them out on their daily excursion, enjoying each other and the sights, sounds and smells of a lovely morning always makes us happy. #TrueLove #MorningSmiles #Devotion
A little over a year ago, Jimmydog suffered a huge personal loss. While riding his bike, Stephanie’s brother Alex was hit and killed by a drunk driver. On what would have been his 52nd birthday, we would like to share this beautiful tribute to him.
It’s called the Alex Hayden effect. Read it. Learn it. Live it.
• Be generous without fear.
• Assume the best in people.
• Stay curious, keep learning.
• Share your gifts freely.
• Offer your help without thinking twice.
• Smile first.
• Say yes more often.
• Above all else, always choose kindness.
Any moment when you feel lost of unsure or just need a push in the right direction, take a breath, say “AH” and think: “What would Alex do?” This is the #TheAlexHaydenEffect
Pass. It. On.
Credit: With love and light from Big Leo Productions
With the hot, sultry Dog Days of summer upon us, it’s the perfect time to think of the brisk, cold days of the holidays and join the Jimmydog pack. Commissioning a custom portrait is easy and affordable. This holiday season, skip the sweaters and ties and give your favorite people a truly personal and unique gift. To ensure holiday delivery, order soon!
Meet Trix. Todd’s most recent portrait started her life as a stray in Davie county and from the looks of her eye injury, her life before rescue was not the best. Despite her rough start, she is SO sweet and wants so much to please. Luckily a most loving and wonderful couple rescued her ensuring she hit the doggy lottery and she is loving her wonderful home. We think her happy smile in this portrait says it all! For every pet waiting patiently in a shelter for their new home, we wish you a happy ending just like Trix.
Every time they think they’ve discovered everything there is to find on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, our dogs Jimmy and Joey come across something new. While helping a new arrival get settled, Jimmy and Joey, both ambassadors for the Rainbow Bridge Newcomers Club, learn that the Rainbow Bridge provides whatever a new pet wants or needs. Ask — or just think about it — and, poof! it appears! They learn, too, how every day can be a best-ever day. What an amazing place!
Dear Stephanie & Todd,
Joey and I just got home from the nightly story time ’round the fire hydrant, where dogs gather to chew on after-dinner sticks and listen as everyone tells the story of the greatest day of their lives: Forever Home Day. No matter how many times we hear the tales, they never get old. But tonight’s story time took an unexpected turn, as two dogs decided to tell us about other best-ever days.
Otis, a tan-and-white Jack Russell/Bichon mix, started things off. We see him around a lot. He lives with his pal Lucy and likes to hang out at Jump!, the trampoline park where he can bounce around and grab treats dangling from ropes overhead. The little dude has a lot of energy. He had told us some stuff about his life on the other side of the bridge before. He was rescued by a nice man named Chad Tucker and for a long time it was just the two of them. Then Chad Tucker met a nice woman named Meredith and it was the three of them, which was great because that meant even more snuggles and pets. Otis learned how love can grow exponentially when his family expanded again. He quickly claimed his sister Carson Parry as his new best friend and was getting to know new sister Pearl Monroe when it became time for him to cross the Rainbow Bridge.
“My last weekend with my family was the best,” he said. “We took a drive into the country, I even got to sit in Chad’s lap, which he never let me do. We took a nap under a big tree and I played in a sprinkler with Carson Parry. Then she gave me a ride in her toy car. You know how I love to ride!” (When Otis isn’t at the trampoline park, we often see him zipping through the neighborhood in a LegLyft, wind blowing through his ears and a big smile on his muzzle.)
“The next day,” he continued, “we took another drive, this time to the mountains, to picnic and play in a creek. I ate ice cream and everyone petted and kissed me. It was the most perfect day, but no matter what we did, it would have been perfect, just being with my family.”
The chewy sticks must have splintered, fragments of wood hitting all us dogs in the face at the same time because our eyes filled with water as Otis finished his story. Everyone was quiet for a few minutes, gnawing away, remembering good times with our own families.
Next up was Zeus, or Zeusy, as he told us to call him. Actually, he said his best friends and family call him Grandpa Zeusy, but on this side of the Rainbow Bridge he looks like a young pup.
Zeusy is a relatively new arrival and we had a great time getting him settled into his house with his best pals, Kona and Kekoa, who had filled his bedroom with surprises. Zeusy is a fashionable gentleman, so Kona and Kekoa had prepared quite the wardrobe for him: his dresser is filled with bandanas in every color and pattern; dozens of natty collars hang in his closet. Zeusy’s pals also had blown up and framed a family photo taken just before he crossed the bridge. There he is, lying on a blanket in the grass, a big smile on his face, a sporty plaid tie around his neck. He’s surrounded by his mom Sylvia Mayon, dad Andrew Mayon and human brother Ethan. The photo hangs above Zeusy’s bed, where he sees it every night before he goes to sleep. (Otis has a similar family photo above his bed.)
After showing Zeusy his house, Joey and I offered to give him a tour of the neighborhood, like we usually do. “Do you have a spa?” Zeusy asked us, as we trotted down the sidewalk. For the first time as an ambassador for the Rainbow Bridge Newcomers Club, I was stumped by a question. I’d never seen a doggy spa here and don’t remember reading about it in our handbook.
Zeusy continued: “I looooove a good bath! I got one just before I arrived here. Couldn’t you tell?” Of course, we could. Zeusy looked great, sunlight bouncing off his fluffy tan coat. He looked like a fuzzy bear. He went on, “A good bath is the best! The warm water, the soapy scritches and scratches, shaking all the droplets off. There’s nothing better than getting pampered, putting on a fresh bandana and heading out for fun.”
“Er, I don’t think we have a spa,” I said. “You know most dogs don’t like baths. Here, we just take a swim in the lake and come out clean.” He looked disappointed, but then we turned a corner and right there, where I had never seen it ever before, was Fur Fluffers, a fancy salon packed with dogs relaxing in sudsy tubs. Joey and I looked at each other, confused.
“Oh, yay!” Zeusy said. “I’ll make an appointment for next week!” And right next door was The Dapper Dog. Again, I’d never seen it before, but there it was, a store filled with fancy coats, collars and bandanas for the well-dressed gentledog. It must have been where Kona and Kekoa shopped for Zeusy’s wardrobe. This side of the Rainbow Bridge is full of surprises, giving us everything we could ever want.
Anyway, we hadn’t seen Zeusy since the day we’d given him the tour so it was fun to run into him at story time. When it was his turn around the fire hydrant, he said, “My Forever Home Day was the best day ever but the day before I arrived here was the best day ever, too. Can a dog have two best-ever days?” he asked. “Oh, sure,” we told him. “Every day here is a best day!”
Apparently, Zeusy, in addition to being a handsome guy and snappy dresser, also is quite social. So, on his last day, he made the rounds to visit his many friends. It was quite the tour. He went to All Pets Considered (his favorite pet store), Almost Home Boarding & Grooming (one of his homes away from home), Dog Days Greensboro (another one of his homes away from home) and Dirty Dogs Self Service Dog Wash & Grooming (his favorite spa).
“It was so exciting, I got a little sleepy and had to go home and take a nap in the middle of it all,” Zeusy said. We nodded in understanding: Any best-ever day is going to include a nap. “It’s also the day we took that family photo that now hangs above my doggy bed,” he said.
Kona and Kekoa woofed. “We’ve got another surprise for you, Zeusy. You know that TV in our living room? It has channels that tune to all those places. You can watch what’s happening with all your friends on the other side of the bridge anytime you want!”
Zeusy’s tail whipped back and forth. “And,” Kona and Kekoa barked in unison, “you can watch everything happening back at home, too!” “Mom Sylvia, dad Andrew and my brother Ethan?” he asked. “Yes! Yes!” Kona and Kekoa said. “My dog siblings Makena and Wrigley?” he asked. “Yes! Yes!” they said.
Zeusy’s eyes got wet again. “This is the most magical place,” he said, as Kona walked over to lick his face, just like his pal Wrigley did every night for years.
Looking around the circle, we could see tears in all the dogs’ eyes. We really need to replace those splintering chewy sticks!
Tail wags and doggy kisses!
Zeusy’s human mom, Sylvia Mayon, founded Break The Chain Kennel Kru, a great organization that works with underserved neighborhoods in Guilford County, North Carolina, to assist families with chained dogs so they may comply with local anti-tethering ordinances. The group provides families with no-cost, chain-link kennels, allowing them to unchain their pet in a safe, secure enclosure. Break The Chain Kennel Kru also educates and provides resources to families to help them properly care for their pets, and works with a local veterinarian to offer medical care for dogs in the program that need it the most. In the most critical cases, Break the Chain also assists families themselves.
* Donations to the group can be made via http://www.btckennelkru.org/how-to-donate.
* To learn more about sponsoring a kennel, visit http://www.btckennelkru.org/sponsor-a-kennel.
You wouldn’t know it to look at her because she’s such a delicate beauty, but Freddie, our semi-retired chief canine officer and our very best girl, is one tough dog. She’s spent years vanquishing all manner of rodents who dared enter our yard, and has dealt valiantly with more than her fair share of insect stings. Recently she survived a run-in with a snake. It had us worried, but Freddie took it in stride. We’ll let her tell you all about it. (In a postscript at the end, you’ll find tips for dealing with stings and bites if your pets have their own encounters with menacing insects and reptiles.)
I don’t want to alarm you, but the creatures are after me! I have a long and ugly history with the yellow-and-black buzzers and just a few weeks ago, I got bit by one of those cold, slithering sticks.
My troubles with the buzzers come down to this: They are always telling me to keep my nose out of their business. How can I? I’m a terrier! My nose leads me to the most interesting places — chipmunk burrows, mole holes and, proving the buzzers right, sometimes a nest of ground hornets or a pretty flower already occupied by a bee. But I can’t not follow my nose! They are asking the impossible.
The first time I was stung by a buzzer, I was at Horizons Park for my daily walk with Todd (the best person ever) and my dog brother Joey. We were having a great day, walking and sniffing and then walking and sniffing some more. Well, Joey and I were walking and sniffing. Todd was mostly walking and telling us what good dogs we were. Todd and I have a lot in common but I’ll never understand how he can walk through a park and never once get down on the ground for a good inhale. He misses so much.
I was sniffing an interesting spot of raccoon urine when I felt a sharp sting, like when they give you a shot at the vet. I finished evaluating the pee spot and left my own contribution, ready to walk on. Suddenly, I was sleepier than I’d ever been. I had to take a nap right then and there.
When I woke up, Todd was carrying me up the hill, while Joey ran around and barked. Before Joey crossed the Rainbow Bridge, he and I would usually coordinate our naps, and he didn’t understand why I’d decided to take one during our walk — pretty much the most exciting part of our day. “Whatcha doin’, Freddie? Whatcha doin’?” he asked me. While Joey went on and on, Todd examined me, saying “You’ll be OK, Freddie. You’re a good girl. You’ll be OK.” It was very reassuring.
After an emergency pitstop at the vet and another sharp sting of some kind which was a medicine called Benadryl, the vet declared me A-OK! The medicine made me sleepy all over again, but that was just fine because Joey and I were ready for our after-walk, after-car-ride nap anyway.
I’d like to tell you I was never stung again and that the buzzers learned not to mess with Freddie Belcher. But, friends, they still mess with Freddie Belcher. They are sneaky little buggers. They catch me off guard, and every time the sting hurts just as much as the first time. However, Todd now carries Benadryl with him at all times and gives it to me as soon as he realizes one of the buzzers has gotten me. Isn’t he the best? So kind and well-prepared!
You know me, I’m always up for a new experience, but a few weeks ago I had one that wasn’t much fun at all.
Todd and I were out for our walk and it was going great. Todd’s slowing down a little as he ages (not that he’s old!), so I’ve adjusted my pace and we’ve added rest to our workout regimen. Instead of my old walk-sniff-walk-sniff routine, I try for more of a walk-sniff-rest-walk-sniff-looong rest-walk-sniff-rest pattern. During the rest periods, we people- and dog-watch and have good talks. Todd seems to really enjoy it.
Toward the end of the walk, while doing a bush inspection, I stepped on a cool, squishy stick —and it bit me! It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t even see it there! When we got home, I was limping. Stephanie thought that, being the senior athlete that I am, I might have tweaked a muscle in my hip, so she gave me some medicine, but then my paw started to swell. It was the weekend and I didn’t have any other symptoms, so Stephanie decided I should rest and relax, while she and Todd attended to my every need, which they pretty much do all the time anyway. I took lots of naps and enjoyed being carried outside for my potties.
On Monday, my paw was still swollen and I knew what that meant: the vet! The pad was bleeding by then, but the vet actually thought that might be a good sign the bite was draining. He gave me some antibiotics and sent me home with orders for more rest.
I’m not going to lie, friends. It took a long time to recover from that slithering stick bite. I didn’t feel well enough to go for a walk for more than a week. It might have been a record! During the recovery, though, I caught up on all my sleep and I’ve been raring to go ever since. Nothing can stop me!
Yours in dogness,
Stephanie tells me I need to put a disclaimer here, even though I don’t know what a disclaimer is. Anyway, she says I should tell you that you should always check with your vet about how to treat stings and bites. What she and Todd do for me might not be the right thing for your pet.
And here’s some advice from veterinary experts that might help you if the buzzers and slithering sticks start coming after your dog or cat:
* VCA Hospitals, a veterinary network in California, explains how to tell if your pet has been stung and offers treatment tips. It also lists signs to look for that can indicate an emergency that requires a trip to the vet. https://vcahospitals.com/…/first-aid-for-insect-stings-in-d… VCA Hospitals offers similarly helpful info about spider bites. https://vcahospitals.com/know-your-pet/spider-bites
* WebMD and the ASPCA explain what to do if your pet is bitten by a snake. https://pets.webmd.com/snake-bite-safety-prevention-pet