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.
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.
Asher February 7, 2006 – June 15, 2017 Asher was diagnosed with advanced lymphoma on June 8th. The disease ravaged his body but could not touch his sweet soul. Neither surgery nor chemotherapy were viable options. Besides, he wanted to spend his last days chasing imaginary coyotes at Asherpark with his beloved Journey. During...
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I turned eleven on February 7th. I’m officially a ‘senior’ dog, though nobody has bothered to tell me what that means. I’ve had some sports injuries and I can’t jump like I used to, but I can still outrun Journey when we race down the driveway. Mom says she and I are now at...
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Time is a tricky thing. It brings you the future but it also takes away the present. I’m just a mutt, but I know that time doesn’t heal all wounds. Some things can’t be fixed. Some losses are forever. It’s been five months since Shiloh left us. I miss that little girl every day....
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I just read Journey’s first Bark. Wow! I knew that little mutt was special, but she never told me about meeting Tess on the rainbow bridge. I’m having a hard time putting it all together. It’s like part of Tess came back in Journey’s body, but I can’t figure out what that means. It kinda...
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Did you ever want something so bad you couldn’t even talk about it? Just thinking about it made your heart ache? Since Mama and Shiloh showed up three years ago all I ever wanted was for us to get along as a pack. When you’re a pack you move together, you think the same...
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You can rest assured it wasn’t my idea to go to dog school. I was willing to ride along when Journey went to puppy class but that’s as close to school as I wanted to get. While Journey struggled through her classes, I’d sleep in the car. Afterwards me and mom would take a...
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It’s hard to know where to begin. Me and mom have been so busy teaching Journey and taking care of Shiloh, we haven’t had time to write. Maybe that’s not the whole truth. We were busy, yes, but mostly we were living in the moment and not taking the time to think about our...
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She was everything to me. I loved her without reservation. She was my alter ego, my true soulmate. Mom called us the evil twins, and we were. Tess could do no wrong in my eyes. She had my back. She was my best friend. I taught her how to play. She taught me how...
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It’s been almost two months since Mama left us. I miss her wild and quiet ways. She moved like a coyote and always had a far away look in her eyes. The day after Mama died we learned that Shiloh has a cancer that will take her life. How can that be? It’s like...
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I’m not sure exactly what turned our barks silent. Maybe it was the constant stress of Tess wanting to kill Shiloh. Maybe it was because Mom was so disappointed how things turned out. Or maybe there just wasn’t a lot of fun stuff to bark about for a while. Me and mom knew we’d...
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