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.
It all happened so fast. I had a real nice day on Saturday. Mom hung out with me in the studio and we had some special quiet time together. Saturday night I ate another yummie meal with my favorite pumpkin mix to keep my poops nice and solid. We went to bed as usual....
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Yippee!! I made it! Today is a big milestone for me. It marks my second Christmas at Asherpark and my one year anniversary of the day I was officially adopted into the pack. Last summer nobody thought I had a chance to live until Christmas. Each special occasion was like some big achievement. Could...
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I woke up last night with the moon shining bright on my bed. I struggled to my feet and crept as quietly as I could to the front room. Usually mom wakes up the minute I stir, but last night she was really tired and didn’t hear me. I had to pee real bad,...
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Today is off to a good start. I made it through the night without an accident. I staggered from my bed to the kitchen door and made my toilet outside without soiling in the house. It’s so embarrassing when I have accidents. Yesterday the runny poops surprised me and I dribbled all over the...
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Last summer I had my third vertigo attack since I came to Asherpark. It was a doozy. I got so sick and dehydrated I had to go to the hospital. When I was released from the hospital I could not eat or drink on my own for nearly three weeks. The whole pack cheered...
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My life has had so many twists and turns, mom says I could have written my own novel. From a filthy death row stray to a pampered princess, my life has been a surprise in so many ways. As the end of the year approaches I’m excited to celebrate Christmas again. I’m not a...
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Ash is already worried about mom leaving us. She’s going to the ranch for a long weekend. I don’t even know what a ranch is, but when she comes home she sure smells good. Mom loves to ride horses in the high desert. She says it clears her head and makes her grateful. We’re...
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Seems like there is always something going wrong with me. I arrived at Asherpark with a horrible stinky infection in my pee trap. I had rotten teeth. One had to be pulled. I had a growth on my eyelid that had to be removed. Once all that stuff was fixed, things were going along...
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I almost died. I had to go to the hospital. Ash and mom took me there and then they had to leave me. They cried when they left. I was too sick to cry. It started with another of those horrible vertigo attacks. Geriatric canine vestibular disorder is what Dr. Brad calls it. I...
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I don’t remember my name from the Dark Days. I’m sure I had one, don’t you think? I mean, everybody has a name. Names are given to you by somebody who is supposed to care about you. That’s why they call it a given name. But if the people who used to have me...
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