Silly G as a Silly Dog Magnet

Posted February 5, 2015 by Barbara Techel

UPDATE: I’ve received requests from others asking if they can purchase the magnet set of Miss Gidget. Brianna is happy to oblige with a LIMITED EDITION available through her Etsy shop. And just an FYI, I am not an affiliate and will not receive profit – just one creative person supporting another creative person I truly adore!…and bringing a positive face to special needs dogs!

Today’s journal post brought to you by Miss Gidget…

This is me. Silly G.

And me as Silly G as a Silly Dog magnet set.

Created by artist Brianna Brunsell.

Is your dog silly?

Or sweet?

Or cuddly?

Or funny?

All of the above, I have no doubt.

And lovable for sure. I just know it!

You know you want your dog on a magnet set! Who wouldn’t?

We dogs got you wrapped around our paws and have embedded our love deep in your hearts forever.

So come on, put your dog on a magnet set.

You won’t regret it. You’ll love it.

You’ll smile every time you pass by the refrigerator with your dog smiling back at you.

WOOF!

I’m not a paid spokes dog for Silly Dog Magnets. I just happen to love Ms. Brianna and how super cute she drew me. I’d say she did a fantastic job, wouldn’t you?

To learn more about Brianna and Silly Dog magnets you can find her and her two adorable weenie’s, Billie and Daisy, on her Facebook page and her Etsy shop.

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Stay tuned to National Walk ‘N Roll Dog Day celebrated annually on September 22. Brianna will be donating a custom made print with a wheelchair dog theme with proceeds to benefit The Frankie Wheelchair Fund (helping disabled dogs in need of a wheelchair with over 35 dogs helped so far!).

Last year Brianna donated this print below which was a huge success (thank you again, Brianna!) Also just an FYI that these type prints she does just for charity auctions. We will be doing the wheelie dog themed print auction beginning sometime in mid-to-late August. I’ll announce it here and on our Facebook pages.

Life with Dogs: Somersault Moments

Posted February 4, 2015 by Barbara Techel

I remember being a kid and how I loved to do somersaults. Isn’t there just something so magical about them? Head pressing into the soft grass—ready, set, go, as you begin to roll, your feet and legs flow up over your head— over and over you go, down the hill, lost in what feels like another dimension.

These days, somersaults don’t sit well with my stomach or my head, though my heart at times wishes once again for those sweet, warm and breezy somersault days.

Instead I now experience them in a new way. Life with dogs gives me the same feeling of rolling down a hill, my heart leaping with joy, and lost in a world that time does not seem to exist.

Watching Kylie fly through the snow, or the look on Gidget’s face as I leave out the door, as if to say, “Please don’t go.”

The wag of tails greeting me when I return home. Snowy nights sitting on the sofa, next to the crackling fire in the woodstove, Gidget’s head resting in my lap.

Sitting next to Kylie as she sits at the front door, gazing out into the neighborhood. Patting her head and feeling a warm gush of what can only be unconditional love that fills my heart like nothing else.

Seeing Gidget’s black eyes peaking out the top of her kennel at me as I place my feet on the floor each morning. Scooping her into my arms and smooching her on the side of her silky soft face.

Kylie greeting me with her still puppy dog eyes as I open the bedroom door. Hugging her gently around her big ole’ bear of a neck.

The drool hitting the floor from Kylie, and the impatient pitter-pat dance of Gidget’s tiny feet as they await their breakfast. Listening to the crunch, crunch, crunch as they eat their kibble.

Walks along the path that helps to assure me that everything in life is right. Kylie’s curious exploring nature often having me turning around, calling out her name, watching as her ears fly behind her, a smile spread wide across her face, and in a full out pony run to catch up.

Gidget’s tiny feet and lopsided get-along gait, trying to keep up with the pace of everything her nose wants to take in.

The content look on their faces as they nap away the day.

Tucking them in at night. Telling each how much I love them. Thanking them for being my friends.

Looking forward to the next day and doing it all again. These are my somersault moments of today.

Gingerbread Dog in a Snowstorm

Posted February 2, 2015 by Barbara Techel

It snowed all day yesterday, though it was light and fluffy. I think all in all we got about 5-inches. But it was very windy so it blew the snow all around.

When John let Kylie out around 4 p.m. I was struck at how small she looked outside in the snow, and next to the pine tree. That tree once so very small itself when we planted it over 25-years ago.

Kylie’s coat always turns the prettiest color of ginger in the winter months – hence why I call her my gingerbread dog. Though I did tease her after she quickly did her thing and raced back to the front door for dinner. I said, “Are you a gingerbread wuss?”

But ah, perhaps in her aging years – she is now 9 1/2, she just prefers the warm indoors. I can’t say as I blame her.