Roger Caras said "Dogs are not our whole life but they make our lives whole." He was wrong. When you live with four, obedience train two, agility train two and co-own a dog boutique:(GollyGear); dogs are your life. And life is good.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Easy, dude!
I've mentioned more than once how much Roc enjoys watching TV. And he's one of those guys who talks back to it. Saturday afternoon and evening he managed to scare me spitless when he charged to the TV barking at some skier/luger/curler on the Olympics and then suddenly collapsed. Then popped right back up and continued barking, like nothing ever happened. A visit to the vet this morning has him scheduled for a cardiac workup tomorrow. We have high hopes that whatever it is isn't too serious. But a friend, wanting to lighten the mood, asked me if perhaps he was part-Fainting Goat. I know it's not really funny - but it is.
Hope and Fran are sisters and owners of GollyGear - a shop specializing in fun, affordable, and practical products especially for small dogs.
We believe that dogs are wonderful companions and their presence enriches our lives. We also know how difficult it can be to find appropriate "gear" for our small dogs, which is why we founded Golly Gear. We make it a point to discover the best products for small dogs and share them with other, devoted dog lovers.
Fran has two dogs: Tango, a 5-year-old Brussels Griffon who got off to a bit of a rough start, but is rapidly becoming a wonderful companion and agility dog, with his Masters Standard and Novice Jumpers titles, and Booker, 2-year-old Boston Terrier just starting his adventure. Hope has Teddy a 4-year-old fawn Frenchie with attitude and Open Standard and Jumpers titles; and Torque, a brand-new Frenchie baby.
Golly Gear is named for Fran's Brussels Griffon, Golly - who was a discriminating judge of all things dog throughout her life.
I've mentioned more than once how much Roc enjoys watching TV. And he's one of those guys who talks back to it. Saturday afternoon and evening he managed to scare me spitless when he charged to the TV barking at some skier/luger/curler on the Olympics and then suddenly collapsed. Then popped right back up and continued barking, like nothing ever happened. A visit to the vet this morning has him scheduled for a cardiac workup tomorrow. We have high hopes that whatever it is isn't too serious. But a friend, wanting to lighten the mood, asked me if perhaps he was part-Fainting Goat. I know it's not really funny - but it is.
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