Some Dogs I Have Known Before

Sharing a few pictures of dogs I’ve cared for in the past. I used to do pet sitting work for two companies (at separate times) and a little on the side for myself when a dog would stay with us at our house.

Most dogs adjusted well and were just happy to have almost continuous human attention.

Commentary for the photos are under each correlating photo for the most part. There is one photo that has the commentary to the right of it.

If you’d like to see a larger version of the pictures, click on them.



Belle looks like a Clumber Spaniel but in the little searching and reading I’ve done on the breed, which isn’t a lot, I have not found a Clumber with back spots.  She was a sweet dog who loved people with an indifference to other dogs. One day while I was walking her, we crossed paths with a woman walking another dog. Belle approached the woman and immediately clung to her legs as if giving a hug. Belle and the woman had never met before that.

The photo on the left is edited to black and white and the photo on the right is an effect of having a little fun in PhotoShop.


This little guy was named Boo after the character in To Kill a Mockingbird. He was young, active and always excited to go for a walk.

This guy (Dawson) is a German Shepherd mix with, it looks like to me, Rhodesian Ridgeback. He loves people and kids but he can get a bit hyped up and can play rough. I still see him from time to time when his humans go out of town, but the twice a week walks I used to give him had to stop. His unpredictable reactions to other dogs really did a number on my PTSD symptoms. When I visit now, I don’t walk him. We just hang out and sometimes play in his back yard. He also has a dog door to go in and out as he pleases.

The photo on the left is Dawson with a Beagle named Thunder. I was still walking Dawson at this point. Thunder would sometimes be in his yard by himself and would come running down the hill when D-dog and I would walk by. Thankfully they were always friendly with each other.




Domino was one of my mother’s friend’s dogs. He was a little Shi Tzu who stayed with us for a short time when his human was out of town. Unfortunately I don’t remember much about this cute little guy, but wanted to include a picture because his pics bring a smile to my face and I thought he might do the same for others.


To be continued…maybe. I have a habit of saying “I’m gonna…(fill in the blank) and then I never do it. So enjoy these and if the urge strikes I’ll share more. I have a lot of dog photos from my pet sitting days. I hope you enjoy these.

If you like and want to see more, let me know. It may encourage me to get a round tuit. 😀


Feeling Sad About a Dog

I’ve been walking a little black Lab mix (Lucy) on Thursdays for a few years now. I say little, but she’s more of a medium size dog, but small in comparison to a full bred Lab.

She’s an old girl, who even in her older age has had quite a bit of energy. Still gets excited to see people. Interested when she sees other dogs, although she’s content to just sniff. Being in the same company with another dog is OK with her, but she prefers to forego the play at this point.

I can see that her joints are getting a bit stiffer with each visit and the muscles in her hips get weaker. It’s sad to see the deterioration of a once active and boisterous dog.

Now as if to add insult to injury the poor girl has recently grown a huge tumor growth on the inside of her upper lip.

After our walk, I noticed some blood on the rug where she’d been napping. And since the tumor had gotten bigger since I saw her last, I could see more of it, I observed the top half to have a yellowish white color.

I called her human to let her know about both of these things.

It was then I found out that Lucy has a vet appointment. The blood, since it wasn’t a lot, wasn’t anything to be alarmed about, but Lucy’s human became concerned about the color I mentioned.

She has a vet appointment tomorrow and the human family will be asking what to do next. There was an initial appointment when the tumor was small and first noticed and the advice was to do nothing but watch it, because of her age.

It’s grown rather rapidly and is now quite large. I can feel the discomfort when I look at poor Lucy.

I don’t know what will come of the vet visit tomorrow, but I get the feeling it won’t be the greatest news.