When you come over to the shelter, don’t be surprised if you hear laughter. We are still giggling over what happened during the Shakespeare show the other night; you know, at the summer theater we have here. During Act V of Macbeth, when Lady M. hollers, “Out damned spot! Out, I say!,” we looked around and there was Spot, the cute mutt from Chester Gap, slinking out the back. We have been laughing since — especially the Beagles. They love that stuff. […]
Hello, I’m Hank, and you’ve seen me before, right here in these pages. I’m in for a second go-round because I’m a beagle who qualifies for senior discounts. More than that, I am planning to get my babyhood back. You see, I need a child, a youngster of your sort to play with. That’s me in the photo with Lucas DuMez, one of my young friends. As long as there’s a kid around, I am a kid, too. Yes, I need a kid. Bring one with you and we’ll go home together! […]
I’m a medium-size, five-year-old dog and I am part Hound, part Lab. That’s a deep, rich, chocolate brindle coat that I wear. My name is Bailey, but I don’t really need a name, because you hardly know that I am there. Some people think I am part cat, because I am so clean and so quiet that I blend into the background.
If I am outside when you drive up to the shelter here in Amissville, you will hear me. My bass voice – rather musical, if I may say so – will ring out as you approach. In truth, it makes me sound bigger than I really am. This sound of greeting, or warning, will go well at your place, especially at night, should intruders on four feet or two feet venture near.
My name is Buddy. There’s Shepherd and Great Dane in my DNA. I’m only a year and a half old, and in my short time here I’ve learned what a leash is for, and how we use it together. […]
Greetings! I am Boon and I am just 10 weeks old. I’m just a small ball of hair, kind of like a four-footed mop. You could roll me around the living room and, with a little tickling, I’d laugh all night long. You could have friends over and spend time guessing what heritage I might come from. Since it’s all mixed up, I become the catch-all: Rappahannock Mountain Dog. Tell you what: make up some papers and send them up to the AKC and watch them faint! […]
Amissville’s Barbara Lohre does her part to protect the Gulf Coast by saving dog hair. The proprietor of Southpaw Pet Salon on Indian Run Road grooms and boards dogs and here grooms Tillie, a Hungarian Puli. While chatting on the Web with other groomers, she learned they were saving dog hair, effective in sopping up oil. Noting that beauty salons are saving human hair for the same reason, Lohre said that “there’s a lot more dog than human hair available.” The Web site matteroftrust.org is organizing the volunteer effort. Lohre earns no money by helping out but the payoff is in satisfaction. Lohre’s grooming and boarding business is also on the Web at southpawpetsalon.com, or call her at 540-937-6331. […]
First the missile gap. Then the science-education gap. And now this: the woeful lack of dancing knowledge among our young people. We find, to our dismay, that American children are far behind their counterparts in […]