…….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.
Peace On Earth
Working Girl
Journey
Funny how looks can be deceiving. Here’s a picture of Journey looking like a beauty queen, but actually she’s waiting for her turn at the nose work class
Journey sees the world through her nose. Sure she uses here eyes but she could still hunt even if she couldn’t see.
After Ash died Journey was all alone at Asherpark until I showed up. Journey was terrible lonesome without Ash and spent hours by herself in the big front yard.
Little by little Journey taught herself to hunt. She already knew how to follow the scent but grabbing the prey was a whole other skill.
Here’s Journey covered in dirt from hunting and a yucky picture of the poor mole she caught.
Journey started nose work classes last year. She loves it. In three weeks she’s going to her first odor recognition test where she gets to show her stuff.
I hope Journey gets best in class. She’s a hunter, that girl. I know she’ll do good.
That’s the latest news from Asherpark. It’s not real exciting but remember I’m new to Barking. Stay tuned for more to come!
It’s Up To Me
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 real serious.
“Listen up, Finn,” she said. “If we want to keep BarkingProse going you have to step up your game.”
“Why me, Journey?” I asked. “Why can’t you do the Barks?”
Journey was quiet for a few seconds and lowered her head. When she looked up I saw tears in her eyes.
“It’s not in me, Finn. I’m a hunter not a thinker like you,” Journey said. “I can bark about stuff I do but I don’t have words for how I feel.”
“But Ash raised you,” I insisted. “You were there when he died. He must have told you how to do the Barks.”
“Ash did raise me. He taught me how to play and have fun. He kept me safe and always looked out for me,” Journey said. “But he knew I’d rather chase down a rat than write a Bark.”
“You’re from Asher’s line,” Journey continued. “You have his great big heart inside your silly self. You think before you do something. I just do it.”
I knew that Journey had a point. She was happiest following her nose. That girl can smell a mole two feet in the ground. That’s why she loves her nose work classes so much.
Me, I like to play chase and bark at anything that moves but I’m always looking over my shoulder to see where mom is.
When I’m not playing with Journey I’m usually under a chair watching what the humans are doing.
So maybe it should be my job to tell the world what’s happening at Asherpark. I have to go back to the very first Bark so I know my history. Then maybe I can make sense of why there are so many dog souls that speak to me when I’m real quiet. Dogs I never knew, dogs who come to me when I’m silent.
I told Journey I would think real hard about what she said. If I can do the Barks maybe that would make Journey and our people happy. I’d like that.