You have probably heard about yogurt, keifer and fermented foods to provide healthy gut flora for your pet, but have you heard about sprouted seeds? Sprouted Seeds offer a great source of probiotics and enzymes naturally present when seeds germinate. These types of bacteria are the closest to what a dog would actually encounter in the wild. Digging in dirt and eating new growth grass would provide them with these healthy bacteria. However in our environment where everything is treated with chemicals those healthy bacteria are not as readily avaiable. That’s where Flora4’s Organic Sprouted Seeds are a great supplement for your dog.
We need to keep spreading the word and making people listen.
Dogs sold in pet stores do not, ever, come from reputable breeders (as many pet stores that sell dogs would have you believe). I can say that absolutely, 100% categorically, because there is no reputable breeder that would sell a puppy to a pet store to resell. Continue reading
If you don’t already know Matisse, it’s my honour to introduce him to you. I had the pleasure of meeting Matisse a couple years ago as a young dog in Canada. There was something so special about him that I have what is quite possibly an unhealthy amount of photos of a dog that is not mine. In the world of show dogs, we often talk about the “it” factor and Matisse has it and then some.
(Matisse, the weekend I met him June 2012) Continue reading
You are driving home from a busy weekend at a trial with your dogs. It is late, but if you get home tonight, you can avoid getting a hotel. You are playing over in your mind that judge’s comments, how your cue to your dog was not clear and how you would play it differently next time. Your head is ringing, you have a searing pain in your leg and you realize you are upside down and pinned in your car. Your car! Your dogs! Where are the dogs? You try to turn around and the first thing you see is the passenger-side front door crumpled into the car. What happened? The dogs. You keep trying to turn and now you are screaming their names and partially screaming in terror. You realize the whole side of the car is peeled back like a sardine can. A crate. No – that’s half a crate. Where are the dogs? You hear sirens. Good. Help to find the dogs. You scream louder. Faintly you hear something and stop. It’s coming from in the car with you. Behind some gear and in the back corner behind you, you can hear one of your dogs. Faint whimpers. Someone is at your window and you are reminded that you are upside down by the bizarre face that startles you, then yells “We’re going to get you out of here!”
“My dogs! Please save my dogs!”