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How My Dog Is Getting Me Through Anxiety and Grief

how my dog Let me just tell you how my dog is getting me through one of the most difficult times of my life. Just as my family was recovering from the past year of helping my Dad through a brain injury, getting him settled into his new home, doing all we could to make sure he and my Mom were safe, taken care of, and as happy as they could be, despite the circumstances…my 57 year old brother died from complications of alcoholism.

That’s when the walls came down and I couldn’t take anymore.

Written on July 31st…11 days after my brother’s death:

I’m not gonna lie. I am struggling. This past year has done me in. And just when I realized how much had been chipped away and had made kind of a plan to get those pieces back, my brother died.

Honestly, I just want to give up. I want to hide. I want to be alone. I want to avoid anything that is remotely hard.
But I can’t do that. I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a teacher. I am a friend.


And I feel it in my gut, my chest, my neck, my shoulders. It literally hurts to know that I can’t hide. It hurts to know that I have to do things that are hard. Then I get mad.

So I lash out. I cry. I yell. I shut down. I ignore. I medicate. I sleep.

I look so forward to sleep. Thank God I can sleep. And right when I wake up, I am tricked into thinking that I can face this day. But the first hard thing, no matter how small, brings that pain right back.

My heart starts to beat way too fast and the tightness creeps in.

Damnit. Here we go again.

Funny how things happen. Back in the beginning of June, we got a dog. We thought we deserved a reward after housing my parents for eight months and certainly wanted to treat my six year old daughter to something fun. She had endured a great deal of hard adult stuff.

The dog, originally named Rowe, is a sweet, female, three year old yellow lab. She was a stray picked up in Savannah, GA by Labrador Retriever Rescue of Florida and brought to Jacksonville, FL for a meet and greet at Petsmart. We had actually gone there to meet another chocolate lab named Libby. But Libby was younger, still puppy-like, and did not have any training. In the midst of all this doggie fun, as I was sitting on the floor, just observing, Rowe came and plopped herself in my lap and turned her belly up for a scratch. I got my husband’s attention, gave her some time with our daughter, and a week later, she was the newest member of our family. We went searching for some doggy accessories and comforts so she could feel at home, looking online at webpages like https://buddyrest.com/blogs/buddyblog/what-is-the-best-dog-beds-for-older-dogs-by-a-veterinarian as well as searching in-store, it was a lot to get together but it got done.

I will admit, at first, I wondered what the heck I had done. Rowe attached herself to me. I became her person. She followed me around like a … well, a dog. I wondered, why, after just getting my parents out of my house did I just acquire another living, breathing, eating mammal who requires my attention, my time, my love, my energy?? What had I done?

Soon, I knew just what I had done and it was the best decision I could have made. The first thing we did was change her name from Rowe to Savannah. We didn’t love the name Rowe and I realized one day that it rhymes with ‘no’. We were working hard on using her name along with commands and the idea of saying “Rowe, no” or “No, Rowe” wasn’t going to work. So, I suggested Savannah, her old stomping grounds, and it stuck.

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The second thing we discovered was how freaking happy she is. When we wake up in the morning or come home from work, you would think we were celebrities! She greets us with such vim and vigor! She simply makes us smile and laugh, a lot. I can’t help but treat her to a bullystick.com treat and watch that happiness continue. She really does fill the house with love. The shelter warned us down the line she may have some health problems too, so we make sure to keep some aspirin for dogs on hand to soothe her if it happens, but so far she’s just been healthy and happy.

And lastly, yes, she has made me her person. Sometimes, I complain that she is ALWAYS there. But to tell you the truth, after the anxiety of caring for my parents, and the grief of my brother’s death, I can tell you without a doubt that this dog chose me for a reason. A very sound reason. She came into our lives at exactly the right time and knew precisely what we needed: love, happiness, and laughter.

Thank you Savannah. You are an angel.

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One more thing I love about having a dog is being able to shop the pet aisle! We loved buying Savannah new toys, treats, beds, a crate, and all those fun things that come along with a fur family member. Check out Dog Product Picker for some great Christmas gift ideas for your dog. And thank you to Intellifluence and Dog Product Picker for the opportunity to write about our new family member.


Goodbye to Loki

This beautiful Great Dane, Loki, died in his sleep the night before last. He was a gift to my nephew for his college graduation and such a special part of his and his fianc√©e’s life. He wasn’t even five yet, but had kidney problems. They thought they had time with him. My love and prayers go out to Ryan and Erica today and as long as they need to grieve for their precious pet.loki loki loki

When in Rome…

When in Rome (or at your sister’s house in Charlotte), you tend to do things the way they do them. I did a few things I wouldn’t normally do and it was kind of fun. Here’s what I did:

  • Watched college football.
  • Watched the Country Music Awards. I loved Justin Timberlake and Chris Stapleton!
  • Hung out with a dog named Barkley.
  • Did absolutely nothing for about 6 hours straight.
  • Didn’t have to be anywhere at any time for 3 days.
  • Ate a beignet.
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Barkley helped me blog.
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Barkley stole my blanket.
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TBT: Best Dog Ever

In approximately 1970, my parents got the best dog ever for our family. Her name was Tia and she was actually the “runt” of the litter. I was three. Normally Great Danes have very short life spans of 6-8 years. Tia lived to the age of 13. I remember the day she died with sadness, but her memory lives on in me forever. Someday, I hope to give our family a dog just as sweet, gentle, loving, and protective. Love you always, Tia.

TBT: best dog ever


Book Review: Isabella Babysits Baxter

Book Review

Isabella Babysits Baxter by Melissa Perry Moraja

Cute book! I read it to my (almost) 3 year old. It kept her attention and she even giggled at a few places. She asked me to read it to her a second time and I gladly complied. She especially enjoyed the “fish crackers” scattered all over the floor and the mess that Baxter made in the bathroom. The facial expressions in the illustrations really help tell the story. That certainly helped my little one understand the silly parts.

The age range for this book is wide. It can be read aloud to children as young as two, but can be used for silent reading for kids up to ten. It is also a story to which most children can relate. So many families have pets and surely have experienced some of the mayhem!

Although I expected a more intriguing ending, I appreciate the lessons it teaches about responsibility and cleaning up the messes we make. The story as a whole offers a clear, humorous, and child-friendly example of achieving success and reaping the reward.