A high-tech way to monitor your dog’s health
Wearable tech for canines is equipped with physiological and behavioral sensors
U.S. engineers have invented a new technology that can help you better communicate with your dog, and they’re hoping to make it available to everyone from service dog handlers to owners interested in training their furry companions more effectively.
Developed at North Carolina State University, the new wearable device, which your dog wears like a harness, is set to improve the way you communicate with your dog. Because it’s fitted with physiological and behavioral sensors, the harness gives owners a real-time picture of their dog’s mental and emotional state, and allows them to more effectively send back signals and commands, even if the dog is out of sight.
No bigger than a deck of cards, the device inside of the harness works using two types of communication technologies. Read More
I Am the One Who Barks
I’m Still Here
A close friend of mine lost her sweet, four legged friend yesterday. He wasn’t just a dog, or a pet, he was a big part of her family, and he had, and still has, his own special place to curl up inside of my heart. He was always such a ball of sunshine, with his dashing personality. This poem, “I’m Still Here,” by an unknown author, reminds me of my friend and her pug, who will always be a part of our world, and will never be forgotten.
Friend, please don’t mourn for me
I’m still here, though you don’t see.
I’m right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I’m always near.
I’m everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I’ll never wander out of your sight-
I’m the brightest star on a summer night.
I’ll never be beyond your reach-
I’m the warm moist sand when you’re at the beach.
I’m the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I’m the beautiful flowers of which you’re so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I’m the first bright blossom you’ll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I’m the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you’ll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there’s no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I’ll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you’ll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I’m the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I’m the smile you see on a baby’s face.
Just look for me, friend, I’m everyplace!
My Favorite Dog Breed
From athletes to farmers, the Border Collie is a favored dog breed. Originally developed to herd sheep along the border between England and Scotland, it’s an energized and remarkably intelligent workaholic. Also known to be a top dog in agility, flyball, Frisbee, obedience, and sheepdog trials, it’s a highly-trainable companion.
Bred to be on the move, Border Collies should be kept occupied with plenty of exercise. Without activities or a challenge for the mind, this working class pooch can wind up getting into trouble, as it may challenge the authority of its owner.
That said, this smart canine isn’t ideal for someone who isn’t going to keep it active. This breed isn’t recommended for apartment-life or families with small children, since it has strong herding instincts and may try rounding up kids.
With lots of love, exercise, space, and physical and mental activities, the Border Collie will be satisfied. Know that it also requires some brushing, as this breed does shed. On average, it lives 12-15 years and weighs between 25 and 45 pounds.
Action is Character
My Boy Dallas
My dachshund, Dallas, enjoying the crisp end-of-summer air after a bath.
I wrote this poem in 2008 when I worked at a dog boarding kennel. It’s about remembering the dog I grew up with.
It smells like her, that collar
Once tangled in fur,
now a decoration to my room
and a memory for my heart
Foggy, but I can remember
the first time I saw her
Like a frightened bear cub
hiding under kitchen table