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| The Studio |
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| LeviJane ~ The Supervisor |
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| Woody ~ Office Manager |
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| Roxy Bell ~ The Receptionist...yes she has been known to sleep on the job. :) |
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| Cinchie ~ Head of the Complaint Dept. She's one tough little nut. |
Showing posts with label a dogs love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a dogs love. Show all posts
Thursday, November 18, 2010
The Pip Berry Tree Studio and Staff
Just thought I'd give you all a glimpse at the Pip Berry Tree studio and introduce to my wonderful, extremely compliant staff, whom without, I couldn't do what do. :)
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
It's My Furry Boy's Birthday!
He made it! My beautiful furry boy made it to his 13th birthday today. Woody is the apple of my eye, and because of him I've learned how to appreciate every day like it was my last. Here is his story.
Woody came to me at the ripe old age of 10. His owner was being deployed to Iraq and had taken Woody to a local "High Kill" shelter, because there was no one else to care for him. His owner was heart broken. He shouldered not only the responsibility of going off to war, but also knowing that his long time furry companion was most likely going to be put to sleep because no one wanted him due to his advanced age.
However, as luck would have it, I belong to a German Shepherd Rescue, and one of my fellow rescuers was at the shelter the day Woody was brought in. She heard his story, and saw the man saying his emotional farewell to his dog. Quickly, she sent an e mail out to the group pleading for someone to take Woody. She said, " This old boy needs an angel."
I had already had three dogs in my possession, but looking at the picture sent, and hearing his story broke my heart, so I took him. Now here we are three years and two brushes with near death later. One at the shelter that day, and last year with bloat. But Woody had made it!!
Regrettably, Woody is now plagued with Degenerative Mylepothy (where the back end dies), but we are making the best of it with medicines, supplements, a rear end sling, and a doggie wheelchair. And true to Woody's nature, he is a survivor and making the best of what is handed to him. He is my hero.
I love my furry boy wholeheartedly. Three years ago a friend said "he" needed an angel, and that may have been so, but the truth is, I'm the one who got the angel. An angel in a furry coat named Woody.
Woody came to me at the ripe old age of 10. His owner was being deployed to Iraq and had taken Woody to a local "High Kill" shelter, because there was no one else to care for him. His owner was heart broken. He shouldered not only the responsibility of going off to war, but also knowing that his long time furry companion was most likely going to be put to sleep because no one wanted him due to his advanced age.
However, as luck would have it, I belong to a German Shepherd Rescue, and one of my fellow rescuers was at the shelter the day Woody was brought in. She heard his story, and saw the man saying his emotional farewell to his dog. Quickly, she sent an e mail out to the group pleading for someone to take Woody. She said, " This old boy needs an angel."
I had already had three dogs in my possession, but looking at the picture sent, and hearing his story broke my heart, so I took him. Now here we are three years and two brushes with near death later. One at the shelter that day, and last year with bloat. But Woody had made it!!
Regrettably, Woody is now plagued with Degenerative Mylepothy (where the back end dies), but we are making the best of it with medicines, supplements, a rear end sling, and a doggie wheelchair. And true to Woody's nature, he is a survivor and making the best of what is handed to him. He is my hero.
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