When we lost Henry, I knew I couldn't replace him, but I really missed having a little buddy by my side. If I did get another pup he would be small like Henry, because that's what I was accustomed to, and it was more practical. But the universe had something else in store for me.…Read more Our New Family Member: Teddy the “Sharpusky”
MOTHER'S DAY - because I have the best mom in the world. GRADUATION DAY - They finally did it! Yes, I've gone Sloth-silly, but it happened by accident when a friend encouraged me to put some of my seasonal ornaments on Etsy. Last year I randomly chose the sloth as my subject without realizing…Read more A Smiling Sloth Says it All!
My heart is breaking. On Saturday morning when Henry woke up and tried to walk to Don and me, to give us his usual morning smooches, his movement was uneven and jerky. He favored his front right leg as he hobbled to me. After licking my hands and letting me scratch his head, he…Read more Henry
Henry and I are happy to say that as of today, the paperback version of Giving Paws: Having a Service Dog for a Hidden Disability, is available on Amazon. It will be available in hardcover and on Kindle and Nook in the next few days as well. In the mood to shop? https://www.amazon.com/Giving-Paws-Having-Service-Disability/dp/1633934993 https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/giving-paws-martha-l-thompson/1126889845 https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/giving-paws We…Read more Book News!!
Nine years ago I adopted three Eastern Box Turtles from a friend at the zoo. She had hatched them for her children, but some of her other turtles started bullying, attacking them, causing shell damage, and she thought it would be best to find them a new home. When she asked if I wanted to adopt them, the…Read more Turtle Time
When Bobbie White hatched on June 25, and Berry followed on June 26, I was delighted. Watching each of them briefly stumble around, then get on their little feet and start pecking demonstrated an undeniable will to live. Within an hour of hatching, Bobbie started chirping at the top of her(?) lungs, and I prayed…Read more The Blossoming of My Tiny Emotional Support Animals
As I lay awake early this morning, thinking worrying about Henry’s appointment with the surgeon, I heard a little “chirp.” My radar is on high these days, listening for strange noises that Steve the Norway rat might make, but this little chirp didn’t sound like a rat. Steve is more likely to squeak, I…Read more A Chick Named Bob