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.
Mama was special and wild. I think she was part coyote. She had strange ways but she was very gentle. For some reason Mama liked me and always sniffed me to make sure that I was okay. At first I thought it was kinda strange, but then I got used to it. We all...
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My mother died three days ago. I knew she had to go. She was weak and confused and didn’t want her food. I looked out for her as best I could. I licked her ears to let her know I was close and ran to her when she fell down. I was with my...
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It doesn’t hurt to die. Really it doesn’t. I just felt a little sting when the sedative went in. My mom had her arms around me for support and I slowly fell asleep on my feet. Mom helped me lie down on a pile of soft blankets. Shiloh lay down next to me. We...
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I should not have waited so long to speak of what is in my heart. But the end has come upon me quickly and I struggle to give voice to feelings that overwhelm me. To many I am an old scared dog barely worth a second glance. To my family I am precious. My...
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No matter how bad things got, I always had my baby. They took everything else away from me except for Shiloh and my will to live. But in the end Shiloh and I both survived and began our new life at Asherpark. My background is complicated. There’s definitely a coyote in my lineage. Just...
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Our first few days at Asherpark were scary. Everything was new and we didn’t know who to trust. People and dogs came and went. Shiloh and I didn’t know where to go to feel safe, so we usually curled up together for comfort. The boy dogs were nice to us from the beginning. Ash...
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My name is Mama Eleanora. How I came to have this elegant name is a long story, which I shall begin to tell. But first I must provide some background. My daughter Shiloh and I spent years together in a cage in southern California. For reasons I shall never understand, we had been adopted...
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