Furry Flashbacks – Shining Lights

As Rocky got older, he started having more and more “senior moments” – you could see it in his eyes. It was as if “the lights were on but nobody was home.” I never really understood that expression until I experienced it with Rocky. When “nobody was home,” he was always friendly (he never met a stranger!) but would often just look through you. But when the “lights were on”… I don’t know how to describe it. It was just so wonderful and filled my heart with joy to know in that moment he was right there – really there – with me. His light was shining so bright.

I’ve been missing Rocky quite a bit lately. These are two memories from the not-too-distant past that really make me smile, so I thought I would share.

One morning, Rocky and Jacques were outside. I went to call them inside and found them on the far side of our backyard. I watched them as I called their names. Rocky looked up and saw me, and – I swear – he smiled from ear to ear then started galloping towards me with his tail wagging and jowls flapping the entire time. Once he reached me he started circling me (like a cat does when they’re rubbing up against you) and smiling. In that moment when he first saw me, he genuinely looked so happy to see me. It made my heart melt. And watching him circle me while “smiling”… brought me sheer happiness.

Rocky... circling and smiling (while getting his butt scratched, of course)

Rocky… circling and smiling (while getting his butt scratched, of course)

A few weeks before Rocky crossed the Rainbow Bridge we had to confine him to the carpeted portions of our house because his legs weren’t strong enough to walk on the tile floors, meaning he could no longer greet us at the door when we came home. One afternoon I came home and saw Rocky behind the makeshift barrier that kept him off the tile. He spotted me and started barking like crazy. As I moved closer to him I could see that he was really there, really in the moment. And at that moment he was so happy to see me and I was thrilled to see him. I stepped over the barrier and was almost knocked over by his exuberance. He was so happy to see me – he whimpered and kissed my face as though I had been gone for years. His tail wagged – something I hadn’t seen in a while. I hugged him and told him how happy I was he was there and he continued to whine and kiss me in return. It was an absolutely beautiful moment. I wish that moment could’ve lasted a lot longer… but I guess that’s what makes it so special. His light was shining so bright in that moment. I am incredibly thankful that I was there for it.

My handsome boy.

My handsome boy.

Live in the moment and let your light shine. Life is doog!!!

Puppy Bowl Weekend!!

(Or… Another Excuse to Torment Jacques)

It’s Super Bowl weekend and that means we’ll be eating food that is terrible for us (but that tastes SO good!), enjoying refreshing adult beverages, and watching the Puppy Bowl. And that’s before the Super Bowl actually begins!

I have enjoyed the Puppy Bowl for many years. Seriously, how can you not?? My husband tolerates it because he likes to hear me giggle while watching the puppies play. (Yes, I realize how that makes me sound. I’m at peace with it.) I think this year will be a little more fun than years past because of Jacques’ new fascination with the TV and especially the laptop.

I’m guaranteed to get two shows for the price of one. While the puppies are running and rasslin’ on TV, Jacques will be running, jumping, and whining through the house. I have a feeling he won’t be so hot on the Katty Furry halftime show (no offense to our feline friends), but you just never know.

"Forget deflategate! Let's move on to the real issue - why isn't anyone playing with me??"

“Forget deflategate! Let’s move on to the real issue – why isn’t anyone playing with me??”

It’s going to be a day of fun entertainment and treats for everyone at our house. Whether you watch the Puppy Bowl, the Super Bowl, both, or nothing at all – we hope you have a great weekend!

"Have a good weekend!"

“Have a good weekend!”

Happy Jacques-uary!!

I was always a big dog person. I liked small dogs, but the big dogs always got my attention and were quick to grab my affection. Until three years ago. Three years ago I was looking for a companion for my big dog and big love, Rocky, and came across a fuzzy picture of a wild-haired small dog. It felt as though the hot mess in the picture was speaking right to my heart. After a lot of debate (I couldn’t like small dogs! I was a big dog person!), I convinced myself (and my husband) to give it a try. It was a wonderful decision that would change our lives…

I felt like he was talking to my heart.

I felt like he was speaking to my heart.

While Jacques might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, he is extremely loving, happy-go-lucky (except in the morning – he’s NOT a morning dog), and an absolute clown. He makes us laugh constantly. Even my husband agrees – Jacques is a good boy. We are very fortunate to have him in our lives. We truly love him.

I am a good boy? Yes, yes, of course... I am a good boy!

“I am a good boy? Yes, yes, of course… I am a good boy!”

So this Jacques-uary, remember that love comes in all shapes and sizes (and often when you least expect it). Keep an open heart and open mind… You just never know what will happen.

Also, we are celebrating our second year of Jacques’ Dog Blog. We would like to thank everyone for reading and following our blog! Happy Jacques-uary!! May your 2015 be filled with love, laughter, and happiness!!

And now I sleep...

“And now I sleep…”

Happy Howlidays!

Jacques is an equal opportunity well-wisher kind of guy. Really it’s just that he likes to party and socialize. Don’t let him near the punch bowl – trust me on that one!

Seriously, though… Whatever howliday you’re celebrating, we hope you have a safe and wonderful time! May your 2015 be filled with love, health, and happiness!!

And remember… help those who cannot help themselves.



elf_jacquesJacques was not harmed while taking these photos.
However, if he could see them, I am sure he would be quite humiliated.