
The Art of Play: 3 Things You Might Be Doing Wrong
She stood in front of me holding a leather lead. The dog at the other end lay quietly but alert at her side. As the dog scanned the park, fixating
She stood in front of me holding a leather lead. The dog at the other end lay quietly but alert at her side. As the dog scanned the park, fixating
“We adopted a puppy, and we NEED you,” said the exasperated voice on the voicemail message. I chuckled to myself when I heard it. I laughed... and not because I
I don’t crate my dog. Go ahead with the freak out…let’s get it over with. I have a high drive, working Belgian Malinois puppy that I don’t crate. Yes, my
“You want to grab your dog?” she said, gesturing towards my truck, letting me know it was my turn to work obedience. I was excited to be back. It had
He walked his dog onto the field. He hadn’t expected me to show up and when I did, he met me with an insincere yet exuberant welcome. This was his
It was a sweltering summer day in North Texas. We knew it would be hot, so we started the day early, hoping to beat the summer sun before it became
The dogs barked loudly as the truck slowed to a stop, their anticipation palpable. The sandy shore was in their sights and, in moments, they would be bounding into the