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.
The two days since my diagnosis flew by. My people never left my side and let me eat all manner of treats. For some reason my appetite did not fail me, so the treats were a welcome distraction. People came to say goodbye. My special friend Carol came with a sack of burgers from...
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By the time you read this I will be dead. I have only two days of life in my physical form remaining and much to do before I go. I always knew this day would come. I knew that at a moment when I felt most alive I would be summoned, called to cross...
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When I don’t get my way, I tend to sulk. Mom says I have the most expressive face of all us dogs and I use it to my advantage. I can’t remember what had me looking so unhappy in this picture, but I did everything short of weeping in my hanky to impress upon...
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If you’re wondering how come we don’t bark much at Asherpark anymore, you don’t have to look any farther than my big smiling face. It’s a long story, but basically me and mom are locked in a battle over who runs our pack. I’ve been through all kinds of training. I’m part border collie...
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If you have been following The DailyBark, you know that I have had some female problems. I have been taking antibiotics for the past few days. I am not chewing myself as vigorously and am starting to feel better. This morning I asked Ash to check me out. Being the good soul that he...
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I feel violated and I am not one bit happy! Perhaps everything was done with good intentions, but I did not appreciate the poking and prodding of my personal areas. For several years I have had intermittent bouts of chewing and scratching in areas best left unmentioned. At first it was thought that my...
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If you read the DailyBark you know I don’t bark much. Well, I bark a lot in the house and I certainly bark at strangers, but I don’t do much formal barking. The reason I volunteered to do today’s Bark is because of this picture. It’s a picture of me waiting for my dad...
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We didn’t mean to go off the air. Ash kept up the barks while mom was at the ranch, but when she got home things fell apart. We were really happy that mom was back. The boys took good care of us, but we ran out of our home cooked grub the last day....
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Ash is at the beach this week. It’s his fourth trip. I’ve never been to the beach. I’ve smelled the wild scent on Ash when he comes home and listened to his stories about sea monsters and rogue waves. Ash has been on lots of road trips. He took his first trip when he...
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I try to be good. I so want to please my dad. I watch his every move and follow him like his shadow. But I am part border collie and I do have red hair. And sometimes my bad self just takes over. That’s why people call me Wicked Wanda or Wanda for short....
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