Every now and again we’ll post a “mutt-up”. A brief picture exposition of a beloved “mutt” (preference will be given to mixed or cross breed dogs but it’s rumoured we might occasionally allow a pedigreed pooch… just for a laugh of course). 4 Pictures or less… and what better way to start than with the inspiration behind www.MuttsLife.com…
“The Menace” in all her glory: The Good:
"Ah.. that's my dog. Would you believe she's mixed breed?"
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As a mutt lover I’ve always resisted the urge to compensate for my dogs questionable lineage with a clever name. But there are those who may not be so strong so here are 5 names from Greek philosophy for the thinking mans cross breed dog: Read more…
Food is never a subject far from your dogs mind. If it is he might be sick so get him checked out.
The staple in my dogs diet is a top quality dry pellet brand. They love (and need) some variety though and this is a recipe for dogs mince I stole from my mother…
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I’m always a bit surprised that monitoring, or learning to watch your dog, does not get more of a mention in all the training books. I reckon it’s one of the most critical skills you can develop and something you should start working on the minute you first see the litter of puppies you are hoping to choose from. It can be great fun and will give you a deeper insight into your dog. Read more…
The story goes that back in 1869 in Missouri, USA, a farmer shot and killed a foxhound called Drum. The foxhound’s owner employed the assistance of a lawyer, George Vest, and sued the farmer for damages. Read more…
When we picked Lady Muck (aka the menace, aka millicent t. wildabeast) from the SPCA as a cross breed 8 month old puppy she appeared to have been on the streets for some time. She was stick thin and very, very nervous and I suspect had not been eating much, if at all, while in the SPCA’s care (it’s not uncommon for a dog to not feed in a stressful kennel environment). Read more…
“Either the dog goes or I go!” is a statement I remember from my childhood with startling clarity.
Always directed by my father at my mother, usually with a mangled and slobbery item like a prized shoe or watch strap in one hand, a crazed look in his eyes and a bit of angry spittle dribbling from one side of his mouth, it was seldom said in jest. Read more…