Sandia Mountains

Sandia Mountains
Sandia Mountains by Miriam Hall

Monday, July 21, 2014

Dogs of July

     I recently learned that Hawthorn and Flutee passed away. My prayers and thoughts are with them and their companions.
     Below are photos taken today and last week. I continue to meet new dogs on my daily walks. The dogs make me smile and lift my spirit with their joie de vivre. I always feel refreshed and enlightened after visiting with these wonderful canines. I'm deeply grateful to our dog community. May it continue to thrive.



Cathy with her dogs Penny and Evalyn

Evalyn and Penny

Kuma, Happy, Tenzin and Baloo

Elee, Seven and Sonny


Jasper
Codie and Bailey

Bailey
Codie


Prince

Nathan walking Cosmo

Sadie


Bella
Dante and Sofia walking their dogs Chester and Nacho

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Chester and Nacho

Maya

Fritz, Rocco and Dexter

Foxxy

Dexter

Rocco

Stella

Meinrad with her dog Loge

Loge


Boomer

Friday, July 11, 2014

Dog Days of Summer 2014


Anne with her dogs Matilda and Foxy

Foxy

Anne and Foxy

Jordan with her dog Stanley

Stanley

Alex
   

Simon


Beverly with her dogs Bosco, Buster, Winston and Ruby


Buster, Bosco, Winston and Ruby

Buster

Bosco and Buster


Vernon with his dog Molly

Molly

Molly

Jose with his dogs Natasha and Micki


Lollipop

Poppy

Poppy



Bill with his dog Mattie

Mattie

Friday, July 4, 2014

In Memory of Wiley, Talpa, Pepe Le Pew and Greta

I would like to give my condolences to the companions of Wiley, Talpa, Pepe Le Pew and Greta. These dogs have recently passed away. I've been thinking of them a lot recently, especially on my walks. My prayers and thoughts are with them.
Below are photos of Wiley and Pepe Le Pew ( I don't have photos of the other dogs but would gladly add them to this post if you would like to share them. My e-mail is cardsbymiriamhall@gmail.com.). Also, I am sharing a letter Denise sent me about Greta and a recent e-mail from a friend. I think "A Dog's Purpose" is very moving. I cried when I read it. May our dogs continue to help us to be more humane and loving.




Wiley





Pepe Le Pew




On June 26th my friend Denise sent me this e-mail she received from her friend Christianne on June 25th:    
This evening at about 7 pm I heard a man's terrified screaming for help over at the farm gate, and raced over to try to help. Turns out a 5 year-old German Shorthaired Pointer named Greta drowned in the ditch. She was chasing  a ball thrown by her owner, and ended up in the Duranes ditch. She was sucked into the culvert and passed into the farm gate ditch, drowning along the way. His wife and I spent 10 minutes trying to revive her while he went for the car. We thought she had regained a pulse, but we couldn't restore her breathing.
A horrible, but completely avoidable accident.





Dear Miriam:
I think it would be nice to share A Dog's Purpose on your blog. Apparently it comes from many different sources. I don't remember which of my friends had it on her timeline, but I googled it and found this one from beforeitisnews.com. You might like to read the concluding part which wasn't on the other site. I think it is a great lesson we can give ourselves. I cried, too, when I read it because I recall so many kisses and nuzzles from my BFFs.
Love, Mary

“Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish
Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their
little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping
for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I
told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to
perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we
made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good
for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though
Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker ‘s family
surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last
time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few
minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept
Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat
together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad
fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d
never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try
and live.He said, ”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life – like
loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The Six-year-old
continued, ”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have
to stay as long.”
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. And remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.”
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!”

- Thegreenman, 






Tuesday, June 3, 2014

In Memory of Carmela

Below are words from the heart of Monica in memory of her beloved dog Carmela.

     My beloved dog Carmela was sent to her doggie heaven on Martin Luther King Day this year. I am not usually one to be lost for words, but it has been hard to find words to say goodbye to Carmela. And perhaps I didn't find the words because it's not about words.  It's about those beautiful brown eyes that looked at me with such unquestioning love. It's about that magnificent tail which greeted me so warmly every time I came home. It's about those long, excitement-filled walks we took together on the ditch. It's about the trials and tribulations of sickness and recovery, and how she never stopped being happy and grateful. It's about a very special bond, and a very special dog. We had a great time together, and for that I am so grateful. So now, be good Carm, and rest in peace.