About Me

Pup-ularity: My Best Week So Far!

I had the best week ever last week. First a playdate at my house with Rusty, a rescued German Shepherd. I let him eat my food and drink my water and I matched him stride for stride on runs in the yard. Then, a few days later, I had a long visit with my excellent…

What’s in a Name? Hopalong Cassidy

Our new puppy is a pouncer and a jumper and a hopper and a leaper. She pounces on balls, big and small, snow drifts and errant towels that wind up on the floor.  So after a few days of trying out a few monikers — Shadow, from the name of her litter; Kansas, the state…

Introductions Part 2: Our New Puppy

We were four in our household — three humans and one dog — until December 28, 2012, when we lost our beloved Aussie, Jazzy. Still reeling from our loss, we realized our barn/home was too big to be without a dog. So we went online — the same way we found Jazzy –and searched until…

I Earned My Wings Today. Thanks for Being my Fans.

I have not been feeling my best for a couple of months. Today, my symptoms hit a turning point. I could not catch my breath; my body shook with every effort to do so and I wheezed each time, in what sounded like a cross between a cry and a whimper. An ultrasound showed what…

Months of my Mug — Get Your 2013 Woofington’s World Calendar

It’s me — in 12 of my best poses for the year. My second Woofington’s World calendar is available for order now. Get your copy for $16 (plus shipping and tax where applicable) and all your days will be dog days — and doggone good ones, I hope.

Farewell to Fanci

My Mom Fanci, died this month at age 15 and she will be missed. You can see where I got my good looks; she was a beautiful dog. She was talented, too, achieving Companion Dog and Companion Excellent Dog degrees and serving regularly as an ambassador to a local 2nd grade class. But, it was…

Friends and Forebearers: Meet Lance

Tom’s Mom, Sandy, had a collie named Lance when she was a little girl. Her mother was a proper lady who didn’t cotton to dogs in the house, so Lance had his own house in the yard. In the deep Detroit winters, though, Sandy felt bad that Lance was outside. Sandy would sneak downstairs to…

Friends and Forebearers: Meet Ricardo from New Canaan Cleaners

Ricardo from New Canaan Cleaners http://www.newcanaancleaners.net/ index.htm is a good friend of mine.  I wait by the door on Fridays and start my bark/whine of welcome as soon as I hear the crunch of his tires in our gravel driveway. He never comes to visit without a big and tasty dog biscuit just for me.

The Artist’s Muse

My owners are not kidding when they call me “well-loved.” My image has made it onto m&m’s, thanks to one of my grandmoms. I have been reproduced Andy-Warhol style, by my “cousin” Lacy and been the subject of a lovely watercolor made by a friend of one of my owners  as a get-well greeting. And, of…

Friends and Forebearers: Meet Caesar

“I’ll pay you $500 for this dog,” the man told Rhonda’s dad. In the 70s, that was a lot of money for a dog, but he was convinced that Caesar, the Australian Shepherd her family got when Rhonda was in high school could read. If you sent Caesar down the driveway to get the Arizona…

Friends and Forebearers: Meet Kathleen

This my good friend and really big fan, Kathleen.  Nobody gives me as many treats or appreciates my tricks more than she does. Here’s what she said about me when one of my owners caught up with her for a quick Q&A: What’s your favorite thing about Woofington? She’s really cute and she’s really good…

Friends and Forebearers: Marquis de Talleyrand

Meet the Marquis de Talleyrand, the childhood poodle of my owner, Tom. He was a gift from Tom’s grandfather. It used to drive Tom crazy to see Talleyrand come home from the dog salon with a bow in his fur, because Tom thought it made Talley look like a girl. One sad day, Talleyrand was…

One Small Puppy

By Shirley Uphouse The air-cargo warehouse at the Atlanta airport was huge and noisy. The acoustics in the concrete structure did nothing to soften the cacophony of overhead fans, trucks, iron-wheeled carts and the steady roar of a large machine from someplace out of sight. I hugged her one last time, holding her small, warm…

Introductions

I am a well-loved and oft-photographed ten-year-old, tri-color, female Australian Shepherd.  One of my three owners has been sending a photo of me each day to a group of my biggest fans. These images were so well received that we decided to take me public and give more people a chance to see me in my many…