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.
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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Me and Finn promised Mom we would get BarkingProse going again. So I started looking through some of the earlier barks and I found one that Ash wrote before he got sick. I’m not sure why he never published it, but it was just sitting in the box of draft barks waiting for him...
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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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So many dogs, so many memories. Each canine soul opened our hearts, made us laugh, and ultimately left us groaning through our tears as we said good-bye to them one by one. It has been a lifetime of muddy paw prints, nose smears on windows, barks, and happy chaos. Each dog taught us something...
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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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Journey is a happy little mutt. She’s not even two years old and she already knows lots of commands. She has great house manners and everybody loves her. But Journey is still a puppy and like any puppy her mouth is always busy. She has a nose like a bloodhound and finds the tiniest...
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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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I promised Ash that I would do my part to keep BarkingProse running. I’d rather be out messing with the alpacas, but a promise is a promise. The hardest thing for me is to pick a topic. Maybe it’s my age but I’m kinda all over the place. One day I want to post a...
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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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