When I first got Phoebe, I had great aspirations of her being a therapy dog. I could envision her walking down the halls of the Veteran's Hospital bringing joy to everyone she met. Of course, that meant she had to... Continue Reading →
Collar When Phoebe hurt her leg, the thought of wearing a cone did not cross my mind. After a few days, she started to lick the areas where the splint met her ‘elbow’ joint. It did not take long for... Continue Reading →
Phoebe's Tails 