Asherpark is a sacred place where puppies grow up happy, wounded dogs regain their joy, and the people who care for them are reminded daily that love has no limitations.
Named for Asher, a very special Australian Shepherd, Asherpark has been home to many dogs – some chosen at birth, others rescued from abuse and neglect.
Asher
With Asher nervous dogs became calm, serious dogs playful, and wounded dogs learned how to trust again.
Ash died too young. His body betrayed him but his spirit stayed strong. As he took his last breath Ash licked everyone good-bye and stepped bravely into the great beyond.
With Ash as our inspiration we continue his work through BarkingProse – so all dogs can have their say.
We’re still here. We didn’t go anywhere. We just quit posting barks on BarkingProse for a while. It’s because our Dad died and we really didn’t have words for what we were feeling. Dad died almost a year ago. Cancer took him. He wasn’t ready to go but in the end he didn’t have...
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I was looking through old pictures and I found this one. I never met Ash but Journey has told me all about him. He’s the reason we live in the country in a special place called Asherpark. Mom and Ash had a special connection. They were soulmates and did everything together. Mom relied on...
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It’s a tradition for us mutts at Asherpark to post a Bark on Thanksgiving. I was hoping Journey would step up and help me out, but no way. She’s busy tracking all the wildlife that ran through our yard last night. It’s a sunny cold day and I have so much energy I just...
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Yesterday wasn’t a good day for me. I screwed up big time and feel like such a loser. Everything I did was wrong from start to finish. It began when mom decided to take me and Journey for a walk. I don’t like to go in the car so she had to lift me...
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Journey and me are about the same size. I’m a little taller and outweigh her by five pounds. I’ve got a sturdy build. Journey has a delicate frame and tiny paws. But don’t let that fool you. She’s tough as nails. Yesterday me and Journey were playing a fast game of slam bang. I...
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Can you tell what’s happening in this picture? It’s me standing on Journey’s head. See how she’s got this funny look on her face? She’s trying to figure out what to do about me being so rude to her. It’s one of the silly mind games me and Journey play with each other. I...
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Yes, the alpacas are back. Turns out they weren’t very good guests at the nearby farm where they spent the summer. Since Ash died the alpacas lost all respect for us dogs. Ash used to bite them on their butts when they got uppity, but me and Journey never developed that skill. So the...
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You can probably tell from the leaves that it’s autumn at Asherpark. That means I haven’t posted a bark since last winter. That’s just not right but I gotta tell you I’ve been busy – real busy. Here at Asherpark it’s me, Journey, mom and our dad. Oh yeah, there’s three nasty alpacas that...
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I come from the same line as our patriarch Ash. His father was father to my great great grandfather and a couple of other grandfathers. Ash was big and strong and full of himself. It’s true I’m not quite two years old but I see the handwriting on the wall. I’m not Ash. In...
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Funny how looks can be deceiving. Here’s a picture of Journey looking like a beauty queen, but actually she’s waiting for her turn at the nose work class Journey sees the world through her nose. Sure she uses here eyes but she could still hunt even if she couldn’t see. After Ash died Journey...
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