Little Wolves….


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The fur littles got a very special treat last night…..I tried something new for their dinner.

They had raw sirloin strip on a bed of turmeric seasoned quinoa with kale and zucchini….with a little beef gravy. 

They eat better than I do! I had a Caesar Salad from a bag!  

Can you say happy! Like little wolves with their lips smacking and their teeth shredding the flesh! Hahah. 

Well, not really shredding. I diced it up only cause they would swallow it whole. They devoured the sirloin. And wanted more! I let Wheatie sniff the whole slab of meat and he snatched it and ran! I got it back from him. 

I mixed it with the quinoa and veg cause the straight meat protein is too much for Daisy’s digestive system to handle…she needs fibre. 

I love my little canines! 

I figured this made up for the last week cause I had to supplement their homemade with mixing in kibble to stretch it till I could make more. I think they have forgiven me. 

They had more for breakfast Now they rest in their living sunbeam. 

Happy little doggies with full tummies. I think they’re pleased. 

Enjoy the day everyone. 



Hey Momma…Gimme Some Luvs


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Oh my boy is so snugly now. He just wants to be with his Momma. 

And let me tell you….I’m one proud Momma.

He wants to climb up and be close to me. He likes to be up against me. He comes and asks for cuddle time. 

I thought maybe it could have just been a phase but no…he keeps coming to his Momma. I’m so pumped about this forward step. I love my boy feeling so safe. This is what you wish for with a rescue dog. Every moment where they feel confident, where they feel safe, where they come to you with their tail wagging, is a moment hard earned. 

This moment is 2 years 5 months in the making. 

I love every chance he takes to; get closer, sit beside me, put his paw on my hand, lick my arm when he sits there beside me. These are all things that I never thought Wheaton would do….if you had told me that that terrified scruff of a dog that slowly came out of that kennel that day would one day lick my hand and ask for cuddles….I would have told you “ya right”. 

I didn’t teach him to do that. In fact I really haven’t “taught” Wheaton anything. He doesn’t “sit”, he doesn’t “stay”, he doesn’t do any tricks. I just let him be his own dog. He spent 4 years in puppy mill hell. He’s allowed to just BE  now. He figured out how to walk on a leash because that’s what we do. I prefer if he’s not an asshole when he sees other dogs on our walks….and we have a little chat about that….I prefer if he doesn’t bark at clients when they come to the office but they too learn his story and understand his bark comes from his insecurity. I’d like him to not pee when I leave the room and that’s something that has good days and bad days. But teaching him to do things is not what we’re about. I have respected his space and boundaries since day 1. 

The fact that he tells me that he would like a snuggle is all his doing. And that is what makes it all that much more awesome. He wants this of his own free will. He made that decision because he gained a little more confidence and feels a little bit safer. I provided that space for him. 
I love these furry creatures more than anything. I truly feel it is my purpose in life to provide the best life for them for as long as they will have me. 

I feel blessed to be their Momma. I’m very lucky. 

In love and in kindness.

Jenn, Daisy & Wheaton 

My Very Own Luck Dragon


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Remember the movie The Neverending Story with Falkor the Luck Dragon?


Do you see a similarity?

My Wheatie boy looks like a luck dragon….he’s my Falkor…without the scales of course! And like Falkor, he likes to get a good scratch behind his ear! image


It’s been a slow week. We chill. We walk. Daisy & Wheatie wrestle and play. We snuggle. We eat. We snuggle more.

We’re closer to the start of camping season. Coming up to just 4 weeks away. I took the camper out of the garage this past weekend just to make sure no rodents made a home out of my camper over the Winter months. Good news….no droppings were spotted inside. I will need to open it right up to makes sure but I crawled in and checked the floor around the cabinets….and no surprises.

Now…we just keep waiting. My little Luck Dragon and my baby girl.



Summer Shavings


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It’s that time again….time for the Summer shave.


Naked Dogs

They were both so scruffy looking from our messy Spring walks at the park and a Winter of sweaters and boots causes some fur mats. Plus, as our hiking season begins so does tick season….and I want to see those little blood sucking bastards before they latch on to my fur littles!!!

They look so different when they’re naked dogs. So little. And pink. Haha. And with their ears done “to the leather” Wheatie looks like Dobby the house elf from Harry Potter.



Master has given Dobby clothes….Dobby is a free elf.





It’s always a bit of a shock when I pick them up at the groomer…..a good shock….a cuteness overload shock! They’re so little under all the fluffy scruffy fur!!! I forget how little, especially Daisy! She’s just a tiny pip squeak!

But now we’re set! Bring on the hiking……and in 5 weeks we will be having our weekend lie in… the camper!!!!

Hope you’re all having a wonderful weekend….we’re off to the park now.

Psssst….Momma…Let’s Snuggle…..

This week has been weird….in the best way possible. image

I was sitting here on the couch watching TV. Blanket, tea, dogs in their spots which is Daisy on my lap and Wheatie just at my feet. Then Wheatie sat up, looked right at me and gave a little tremble. I asked him, “What’s up baby boy?” He trembled again. So I asked, ” do you want a cuddle?”. Surprisingly the answer was YES! He climbed up and over me till he was right up in my arms and he curled up.

Who is this dog??????? image

Then I thought this was a one off but he did it again the next evening. Then he did it when we went to bed. Then the third evening. He steps over Daisy and comes right up to my arms. I planted a million kisses on his little head. My precious little guy. Momma’s boy!

My boss, the one who likes to lie on the floor and cuddle the dogs a few times throughout the work day, even he commented on how Wheatie seems to have turned over a new leaf. He’s less “flinchy”.

Over the weekend while at a family dinner, Wheatie was on the couch with my sister and her man (G) and Wheatie was sitting there letting G pet him and stroke his head and neck. image

Maybe, just maybe we’ve turned a little corner…again.

I love my babies. They are my life. And I’m so proud of them both.



Our First Hike of the Season


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Well…it wasn’t a real hike being that it’s an asphalt path but it was through the grasslands and forest in a provincial park so it was closer to a hike than our walks in our local neighbourhood park. Real hiking trails are too mucky still.

Not that the dogs didn’t get messy!

Of course they did!

Wheaton the most of course!

We’ve got Bailey for the weekend. Our 10 kilometre hike this morning wore her out! The three of them loved it!
I loved it. I was born to be outside in the forest. The smell of the trees and the earth and the sound of the wind through the tall grass and the trees. The forest is my happy place and that has been passed on to my doggies. Daisy has been a hiking dog since her first hike at just a few months old….and Wheaton has taken to it like he’s been doing it all his life.

Sorry Wheatie….no off roading this time…we have to stick to the asphalt path!

It was great this morning to get out. To be in the trees. The fresh air. The fur littles trotting along with their little butts wiggling and their tails wagging. It was just the start of our favourite time of year coming up…the hiking and camping season….just less than 7 weeks to go and hiking Sunday’s starting up now!  

Look at this scenery….I know it’s not green and lush yet but it’s still beautiful in my eyes. There was this part of the path that goes through the cedar trees and the smell of the cedar is so lovely.

The cedar needles under our feet, the sun warming up the sap and bringing out the aroma of the trees. I love when we can start getting out on the trails. Daisy totally knows the difference…when we’re at our local park she gives up halfway and wants to be picked up. But this morning, 10k without any hesitation. We encountered a few other people with dogs and Wheaton didn’t have an out of control freak out…just a little fit. Mostly he just got right back to walking as soon as they passed by. See, we have our almost normal walk moments.  Maybe it was just the distraction of all the interesting smells?

So, we took a gray overcast gloomy morning and turned it into a beautiful hike through nature! Sounds perfect to me!

Perfection. And now I have three pooped out pups. Time for a cup of tea and a made-for-tv movie….we earned our couching for this afternoon.

Have a lovely day!!

When He’s Out….He’s OUT!

Being a dog is tough work. Exhausting work. Wheaton will sleep anywhere as long as he can squeeze in beside his sister. 

I find it so adorable when I look over at his different sleeping positions. He just makes it work. Daisy rules the dog bed. Wheatie just fits himself in wherever he can.

The weather is getting warmer, a bit drier (in some places), so our walks are getting longer. We hit up the park every day after work and even though the trails are all too mucky we still walk the loop road around. Wheaton gets to bark at the geese…aside from tromping through mud puddles, barking at geese is his next favourite park activity! 

Daisy’s favourite park activity is to give strangers her best Oscar performance as the “hard done by dog” to evoke sympathy and get belly rubs! She gets total strangers to stop in their tracks and rub her tummy! It’s her gift. She nails it every single time! She’s the Meryl Streep of dogs. 

Oh, and just in case anyone is counting down on their wall calendar….we are just under 7 weeks till camping season opens up!

Dirty Little Dogs


The park is sloppy place when your furry belly is only 4 inches from the ground. 

One particular little man likes puddles. And mud. 

I mentioned before that Wheatie never met a puddle he didn’t like! 

Straight to the tub with ya little buggers. 

There’s sand…..everywhere. It’s our new routine….park walk….then make a mess of the backseat of Momma’s car, get home and go straight into the tub for an under carriage wash. They’re use to it now. 

I think the dirtier Wheaton gets the prouder he is! 

He’s so darn cute! 
Handsome mucky little devil!!! 

He just stands in the tub and patiently waits for me to clean him up. Like he knows this is the trade off for getting so dirty. I guess he figures it’s worth it!

They have a grooming appointment in a couple weeks…..then it’s shave time!  

With warmer weather coming this week I’m pretty sure the walk-mucky-tub routine is going to continue. 

All good. If being mucky makes my little guy happy…we gotta do what makes him happy. 

Enjoying Spring! 

A Wheaton by Any Other Name



We all have “pet” names for our fur littles. Silly little names and nicknames.

I call my dogs all sorts of names;  Cuddle bum, Puddin, FlufferNutters, Doofus, Boober, Monkey Butt, Baby Boy/Girl, Mr. Handsome,  My Loves, Fuzzy Little Fraggle, Crazy Daisy, Sweetie Wheatie, etc….

What I find funny is what Wheaton gets called by other people….a few people call him “Winston” cause they can’t remember his name is Wheaton. My boss calls him “Bosco” for some reason. And now my other boss is calling him “Verne” based on a conversation we had about naming your children after your grandparents…I only have dogs but if I had had human babies I may have named one after my beloved grandpa Verne….therein lies the name switch from Wheaton to Verne.

I didn’t pick his name. Wheaton came to us as “Wheaton”. The rescuers at FAAR named him upon the time of his rescue.  In fact I had several other name options of what I was gonna change it too. But then he came to visit and he just was Wheaton. It just fit him perfectly. No other name would do.

I will still call him “Monkey Butt” and “Mr. Handsome” though!!

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Bursting with the Loves


Oh dearest Wheatie…..momma sure does love your furry little fraggle face. 

Like come on!!! Look at him!!
I know I’ve said it before and I will say it a bazillion more times…..I love my dogs. 

Their furry little faces make me happy. 

I’m so blessed to be able to take the dogs to work with me, I get to spend all day with my pups, so lucky. 

My fur littles are a gift in my life. My heart bursts with the loves. 

That’s me today…..just loving my dogs and sharing the vibe. 

Be well. Hug your dog!