When you're a teenager and life feels like a big confusing mess, there are certain things you can usually count on -- like, where your home is. But after Katrina, I didn't even have that anymore. All I knew was that we wouldn't be going back to New Orleans. At least not for awhile.
They are positive, enthusiastic and energetic. They make friends easily and are walking, talking sponges, ready to learn and absorb all that the world will throw at them.
Dogs, like people are individuals and should be treated and evaluated as individuals, not by the blanket categories of breed or appearance. Too many dogs have senselessly lost their lives simply for being born with a big head and a muscular looking body, but the tide has turned.
I know you can do this. It might take a while for you to figure out the new classroom and the new expectations of kindergarten, but you've got this.
It's tough to give up the more leisurely pace of summer break and a bit sad to see the time go by so quickly, but there's no denying the excitement and promise that a return to school can bring. Here are ten subliminal signs that you're ready for the first school bell to ring -- whether or not you're ready to admit it.
Dad, you were the first man I ever loved. You held me, played with me, supported me and let me grow. Your patience, quiet notion of complete understanding and unwavering love made me the woman I am today. You believed in me first. You danced with me first. You gave me all I could have ever needed, because you gave me love.
All kinds of women exist. If you're looking for a true soul partner, marry a woman who adopts a pIt bull. Marry a woman who adopts a pit bull and walk through the world fearlessly. Not because their is a fierce beast at the end of the leash. But because of the fierce woman at your side.
When I lived in New York, the only dogs that I knew to be pit bulls lived in the city and in neighborhoods where people were copping blow and pot. Guys usually had these dogs in thick metal collars with thick metal chains and the dogs seemed mean and unsocialized.
My gold medal is my most-prized possession -- I'm so proud of it. However, I never wanted my kids to feel like they had to have a gold medal in order to be considered a success... so I haven't displayed my medal. Here's where it currently lives...
If you have a pet who finds herself on what is commonly referred to as a "restricted" breed list, I am certain you have experienced discrimination against your four-legged family member. Sometimes it doesn't matter how impeccable your credit is or that you are a responsible pet parent with a well-behaved furry family member.
My fellow animal rescuers and I had been deeply affected and forever changed by our time in New Orleans. Each of us has the responsibility and the power to create a society that values all life, and we can start by doing the least harm in the ways we choose to live our daily lives.
I was one of those people -- the ones who believed the media hype about pit bulls even though I had never known anyone with a pit bull, let alone anyone who had been hurt by one. Fast forward a few years and now we have two pit bulls. But, just because we adopted pit bulls doesn't mean you should.
So much of my life has been this space between managing my reactions with the authenticity of internal need and awareness of this reaction upon others; coupled with the guilt after -- the guilt of either not reacting firmly enough for my own needs or, more often, being too harsh.
I never intended to be a voice for pit bull-type dogs. Never in a million years. My life has quite literally gone to the dogs over the years. And while I never intended to be any type of voice for pit bull-type dogs, this is why I care so much and will never stop being a voice for them, either.
From macrame plant hangers to friendship pins to Rainbow Loom, it's a time-honored tradition for moms to craft with children. It's also a time-honored tradition for moms to channel their psychological issues when they craft with children. Here are five types of moms who like to express themselves with decoupage and yarn.
It wasn't until we went through the loss of our pregnancy that Max showed his true colors. We were a mess. Weeks went by as we mourned the loss of what could have been. Max sensed it. He sat in between us as we cried, licked our tears away, took us on walks and helped us heal in ways we could have never imagined.