DiDi: Who can confidently stand alone?

DiDi: Alone on a snowy day relying on myself even though I know a human let me outside.

Howl,

It took me a few years on this planet and knowing that I could hunt for my dinner if needed to realize that I can rely on my own four paws. I stepped out of Bella’s shadow and discovered what I wanted out of my life. More play, nature and time in the kitchen cooking with mommy. Less double dates with Bella, shopping trips and romantic comedy movies.

The best part of standing on your own is finding those special people who appreciate you and want to stand with you.

   DiDi: Bella and Toby join me for some snowy fun. 12 legs are better than 4.

Can you proudly stand on all four of your paws?

Woof,

DiDi

Toby the Poodle: 3 ways to get over it!

       Toby: I got over it! Therefore, once I help you I am going to relax and watch TV.

Howl,

Bella and DiDi (my aunts) have asked me to stand up on my treat box and give some advice today. I believe I have a very important message to deliver – get over it!

We all know life is not a large heaping bowlful of delicious bones. Humans and animals say, do and think negative things. When this happens to me, I feel like a St. Bernard has hitched a ride on my 25 pound body.

Thankfully, I have learned how to let go and move on. I used to live in a shelter so everything else besides that seems insignificant.

Here’s how you can get over it.

1. Define what it is. Could it be something you did to yourself? Is it a comment a friend made to you? Is it a behavior? Is it a feeling? Is it from the past? What is it?

2. Once you know what exactly it is, put it on a leash and take it for a long walk. You may think it is the only thing being exercised but soon you will see that you are working out your feelings. After it is exhausted, let go.

3. Find a healthy and friendly it to replace your bothersome it. This could take some time but be on the look out. How about a cooking it? A boyfriend or girlfriend it? A dog it? A peaceful it? There are many options.

An it can only bother you if you let it.

Woof,

Toby

Bella: It’s my birthday!

                                       Bella: Is it too early for a birthday cocktail?

Howl!

Today is my 11th birthday! So what if recently I had a senior checkup at the vet, I am still a vivacious girl.

                                                     Bella: Where is my birthday cake?

DiDi is throwing me a dinner party tonight and all of our neighborhood friends will be there. I am so excited!

I hope all of you have a fabulous day!

Woof,

Bella

Bob the Irish Wolfhound: I was rejected. What did I do wrong?


Dear Paws to Talk,

My mommy and I recently moved to Manhattan because of her job. So far, we have liked it, mainly because we live near the huge park in the middle of the island.

Mommy signed me up for a doggie play group that takes place there hoping I would meet some new cosmopolitan friends.  However, I didn’t get into the group.

The organizers wanted to limit the play sessions to small dogs only. Given that I am an Irish Wolfhound, I don’t fit that category.

Mom was shocked by the response. I felt rejected. Is something wrong with me? Why don’t I fit in?

-Bob the Irish Wolfhound

Howl Bob,

Hearing this makes my curly fur stand up straight. I can’t believe play has been restricted in some places. What is next? Treat rations?

I can maybe understand how some of the small dog owners could worry that a canine of your stature might accidentally step on their little breeds.

However, that seems very unlikely. I am a big dog and I play with small dogs. So far, they have all left our play sessions alive.

Even though it doesn’t seem this way, this actually has nothing to do with you. Some beings get set in their ways and “no” becomes a regular part of their vocabulary. If they want to live a narrow life that is their choice.

Have your mommy look for another play group that is more open-minded. There must be countless in the city.

Find your dog friends and play hard. This rejection will become distant memory.

 
Woof,

DiDi