Meet Bubbles …

UPDATE:  Bubbles has been adopted!!!

This is a courtesy posting … please contact the owner directly at the phone/email provided below:


“Bubbles” is a nine-year old spayed female, vaccinations up to date. She needs a quiet home with a patient and confident person. In the past, she has been a one-person dog. Gets along with other animals okay; would not trust with children. In addition to being housetrained, she is trained to potty pads in the house.

Needs someone who is familiar with the breed and willing to give her time to adjust to a new home. Her owner just went into dementia care so she has seen a lot of changes lately.

As a double-coated breed with hair, Bubbles will need regular grooming (every six to eight weeks at $35 to $50) so this expense will need to be taken into consideration by the adoptive family.

An adoption interview/application is required and there is an adoption fee ($150).

Spring Galmon

Winter …

First snow… has arrived in Colorado.  Even though it’s not actually “winter”  yet as December 21st is still a ways off.  Nevertheless, winter is here.  Our first snow dumped 14 inches on the flat and formed drooping cornices where the wind swirled off the back of the garage.  One good snow and I’m ready for spring.  I dread the short days that come with a return to Mountain Standard Time, preferring the long lazy days of summer.  I’d much rather watch the flowers grow and the dogs play in the yard than heavy gray skies and blowing snow.

The dogs don’t seem to share the same sentiment.  First snow and they’re doing their best snowplow impression, kicking up heels as they run to and fro.  Every now and again, a nose is dropped and the plow carves out a long furrow.  A face finally emerges, encrusted with snow crystals … a proper little mountain dog from Tibet!

Image025We added a bit of color to the winter landscape this year … a vertical Tibetan prayer flag.  Lots of prayers going up that day!  You’ll note we have double fencing — wooden privacy and a 24-inch high interior fence.  The short fence was put up for several reasons:  (1) to prevent the boys from fence fighting with the dogs to the east and south, (2) to confine all of them to the grass areas and out of the bark, (3) to keep Frankers from chasing squirrels and re-injuring his SI joint, and (4) to keep Dad’s partially-blind Tzu from getting lost in the vegetation behind the garage.  Success on all accounts and it has definitely cut down on the barking outside.  A  good thing as barking dogs are not tolerated.  It’s rude and neither I — nor the neighbors — want to hear it.

Franker’s favorite part of winter is … when Mom drags out the fleece throw and curls up on the couch.  He’s claimed the spot right behind my knees, settling in for a long evening nap.  Standing beside the couch he waits until I’m settled and then hops up … never fails no matter what season it is.  He eventually gets too warm and starts panting.  At that point, I have to tell him to get down as he won’t leave on his own.  That’s my boy.

May you all have a warm fire and a dog at your feet for the winter.

Addendum:  Since we’re on the subject of winter, a couple photos taken with yet another storm that blew through Nov. 14th …


One of the birdhouses made by my father … after he retired he enjoyed putzing around in the yard and doing woodwork.  His back fence was lined with houses for the little red finches.

Below, our Green Man sporting a snowy cap along with a nose warmer …


It’s raining … Apsos!!!

Folks, rescue desperately needs some help.  We’re being inundated with calls to take in owner-surrendered Apsos and strays.  Unfortunately, we only have two foster homes in Colorado … myself and my rescue partner.  We simply do not have the space to intake any more at this time.  If you’ve adopted from us in the past, you are already approved as a foster home!! 

Please consider sharing a bit of your home and heart with a little one that desperately needs a second chance.  If interested, please read “Brother, Can You Spare” and then contact with any questions regarding our policies/procedures, what fostering entails, and how you can help.

Alone and Afraid

There I sat, alone and afraid,
You got a call and came right to my aid.
You bundled me up with blankets and love.
And, when I needed it most, you gave me a hug.

I learned that the world was not all that scary and cold.
That sometimes there is someone to have and to hold.
You taught me what love is, you helped me to mend.
You loved me and healed me and became my first friend.

And just when I thought you’d done all you do,
There came along not one new lesson, but two.
First you said, “Sweetheart, you’re ready to go.
I’ve done all I can, and you’ve learned all I know.”

Then you bundled me up with a blanket and kiss.
Along came a new family, they even have kids!
They took me to their home, forever to stay.
At first I thought you sent me away.

Then that second lesson became perfectly clear.
No matter how far, you will always be near.
And so, Foster Mom, you know I’ve moved on.
I have a new home, with toys and a lawn.

But I’ll never forget what I learned that first day.
You never really give your fosters away.
You gave me these thoughts to remember you by.
We may never meet again, and now I know why.

You’ll remember I lived with you for a time.
I may not be yours … but you’ll always be mine.