Author Archives: Lisa Lanser Rose

Happy Birthday, Mick Jagger!

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Handsome Mick GQNow he’s two! Roo roo roo!

Hard to believe it was only last October that we almost lost him for the second time.

It’s as if it was all just a nightmare.

But, as they say, he must have that cross on his forehead for a reason!

In the hospital. We were so scared! In the hospital, Oct. 1, 2013. We were so scared! He’d barely survived the night.

Only a few days later, it was if he’d risen from the dead!

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Now he’s doing great, thanks to so many people who pulled together to help him!

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Inverness

Details from Jim and Fleet’s practice runs before the Worlds.

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Vegging out. Incredibly lazy. That would be us tonight, settled in at Kinkell House in Inverness, and ordering pizza. Delivery pizza. From Domino’s. Cheese and sausage, to be precise, to arrive in about an hour.

Is that sad, or what?

We cannot claim that it was a stressful day. We departed the Creag ne Dav B&B in Ivermoriston after a wonderful breakfast, and drove a leisurely 8 miles to today’s sheepdog trial. Another beautiful course, opening beautifully toward the top, and with a few minor rolls, with fit and lively blackface ewes that were often difficult to spot. The weather was a tad variable, but light rain and fog on the hills prevailed until mid afternoon.

Both Cheryl and I booked in for early runs (yes, I know that it’s generally a better strategy to wait until late morning or early afternoon, but we were pushing the dogs and our…

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Dog Jail

Mick’s father, Fleet, and his breeder, Cheryl Jagger-Williams in Scotland for the Internationals!

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Not really. Jim, Fleet, Cheryl, and myself in front of the Inverness Town Hall on our evening walk.

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Shadrak

By Phil Deaver

Shadrak at One Year

Shadrak at One Year

There’s an ad on TV about the SPCA. Just 18 cents a day, or 19 dollars a month, to help save abused animals. The ad features long holds on the suffering eyes of dogs and cats shivering and lonely in their cages or being held in the arms of beautiful young female volunteers. When I see the ad, my mind goes back to Shadrak. In 1974 my ex-, Cyndie, and I had just moved to Charlottesville where I was to get a doctorate. We had no children and had been struggling with that problem for a few years. We were the proud owners of an Alaskan Malamute, Shadrak, age three. We got him as a fluffy little puppy in Southern Indiana when we were living in a great apartment on Meridian near 38th in Indianapolis. Continue reading

Dogs and Murder: A Meditation on First-Degree Fun

Confessions about the secret thrill we get from the wolfishness of our dogs.

A Writer and Her Dog: The Story of Chili

A dog-tale of love and perseverance for your Sunday.

Nina and the Snakeslayer

Cats and dogs and snakes–oh, my!

Two Dog Poems by Laura Sobbott Ross

Grace Sleeps through Poetry

 

First Friday Writing Group, Rollins Campus

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Obligingly, into the circle of us, she falls,

clack and hum and hiss of our tongues

catching in the soft folds of her ears.

Intonations of syllables, rise and fall, Continue reading

Mick Visits The Dog Liberator

Come along with Mick to meet The Dog Liberator!

Lisa Lanser Rose

Mick was lucky enough to spend a couple days with Gisele Veilleux, The Dog Liberator. He got to see what it was like for rescued dogs to enter the world of Ozzie, China, and Lady Di.

Someone’s at the door! China, Lady Di, and Ozzie. (Notice that China is also on guard duty. She’s what Gisele calls “a deafie.” She may be deaf, but it doesn’t stop her from being an awesome dog.)

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This where all magic happens. Gisele runs much of the rescue from her computer while her daughter Sarah works beside her. For a day, Mick got to be in the middle of it. Look–Lady Di is bowing before him!

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Mick and Ozzie made fast friends.

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This was really Mick’s first sleepover at a dog-buddy’s house. They promised they’d be good boys–and they were!

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Mick got to help celebrate as Lucy…

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Mind Your Monks and Scold Your Dog?

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Mick at Four Months

Today I’m going to brave the taboo topic of getting angry at your dog. Nowadays, if you so much as breathe a word against your dog, people look at you like you’re Michael Vick. And take one look at my dog Mick and you’d wonder what is wrong with me that I could ever get angry at him?

Let me begin with a quote from one of my favorite women, Beryl Markham. In West With the Night, she asked upon the birth of a foal, “Will it breathe when it is meant to breathe? Will it have the anger to feed and to grow and to demand its needs?”

Mick at Eighteen Months

Mick at Eighteen Months

Because I am above all things anxious to be a “nice woman,” I’ve often wondered, do I have the anger to demand my needs?

Is that what anger’s for?

Few places is anger more taboo right now than when it’s directed at your dog. And yet, let’s be honest. Dogs can be infuriating. Read more . . .