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

Book News!!

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!!

Turtle Time

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

The Blossoming of My Tiny Emotional Support Animals

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

A Chick Named Bob

  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

Cheese Please

We've named our little house guest Steve. Being a Norwegian Tree rat, we should have named him Sven or Lars, but Steve just seemed right. He's not made anymore live appearances, but he visits after dark. There must be a sign posted on the mantle in a language only rats can read, that says:  "Restroom," because he does…Read more Cheese Please

An Unwelcome Visitor

My eyes are always scanning the floors of our little home, mostly because we have three dogs who make all kinds of messes. A couple of days ago, in the early morning light, I noticed a spot near the front door that looked like a puddle of something. When I looked closer, I found it was…Read more An Unwelcome Visitor