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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When you last barked you were very hard on yourself. You said you are not brave and you’re a loser. You were embarrassed because you got carsick on our last drive. It makes me sad to know you hold these thoughts. I do not share the same opinion and hope you will listen to...
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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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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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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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…….and good will towards all. From our pack to yours, on this and every day, we wish you quiet joy, raucous good times, and a silly mutt to love.
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People say I’m an old soul. I don’t exactly know what that means but I like the sound of it. Journey turned three in May. I turned one year old in July. I feel like part goofy puppy and part grown up. Me and Journey were trash talking last night when suddenly she got...
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Did you ever have a day that didn’t go so well? I did. Yesterday things started out fine. Me and Journey were having a good old time running and romping. Mom let us in the big front yard, which is our favorite place. It has a low muddy spot along the fence where Journey...
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I am Finn, the newest member of our pack. I carry the blood lines of Asher, our founder. I was conceived within days of Asher’s death. Ash gave up his body so I could go to Asherpark. He was too young to die but he was summoned, and I was born to take his...
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