Connie's Canine Camp PLUS

02/20/2025

02/20/2025

02/20/2025

Butch Mueller Wonder if this would work for fuddle butt

02/19/2025

My furbabies.... Bugsey, Fuddle Butt and Cookie are loving the snow.

10/23/2024

Celebrating my 7th year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉

06/02/2024

Just a dog.
From time to time people tell me “chill out, it’s just a dog” or “it’s a lot of money just for a dog.” They don't understand the distance traveled, the time invested, or the costs incurred by "just a dog".
Some of my proudest moments have occurred with “just a dog.”
Many hours have passed being my only company "just a dog", but not for one moment did I feel despised. Some of my saddest moments have been because of “just a dog,” and on those gray days, the gentle touch of “just a Dog” gave me comfort and the reason to get through the day.
If you also think “it’s just a dog”, then you’ll probably understand phrases like “just a friend”, “just a sunrise” or “just a promise.” “Just a dog” brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust and pure unbridled joy. “Just a dog” brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.
For "just a dog" I will get up early, take long walks and look forward to the future. So for me and people like me, it’s not “just a dog,” but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the memories of the past, and the absolute joy of the moment. “Just a dog” brings out the good in me and takes my thoughts away from myself and daily worries.
I hope one day they can understand that it’s not “just a dog”, but the one that gives me humanity and keeps me from being “just a human.” So the next time you hear the phrase “just a dog”, just smile because they “just don’t get it”.
“Just A Dog,” by Richard A. Animals.
"Master bedroom," (1965) Andrew Wyeth

04/22/2024

In shelters dark, where whispers fade,
A silent plea, a soul betrayed.
Among the cages, eyes implore,
For open hearts, an open door.

In corners small, where hope is frail,
A gentle touch, a wagging tail.
With every purr and playful bark,
They long for love to light the dark.

Through streets they roam, their spirits wild,
Yet hunger gnaws, like a cruel child.
But in the arms of a rescuing hand,
They find a haven, safe and grand.

With patience and care, they start anew,
From shadows grim to skies of blue.
For in their eyes, a spark ignites,
A tale of rescue, of second flights.

So let us be the guiding light,
For creatures lost in darkest night.
To rescue, love, and set them free,
To fill our lives with loyalty.

04/22/2024

This is what I say all the time all these new houses and building are taking out their houses.

03/14/2024

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