Bleu the french pig

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If have ever wanted to be inspired by a ‘handicapped’ dog, please go check out @Bleuthefrenchpig on Instagram. Bleu became paralyzed after a bout of IVDD left her without the use of her rear legs…. But she has never let it stop her from living her best life.

When your dog is in the midst of IVDD it’s easy to think that your only options are surgery and a full recovery, or euthanasia… But the fact of the matter is that usually dogs fall into some sort of grey area in-between– never quite recovering fully. Recovery looks different for every dog, of course.

Bleu is on the far end of the spectrum in that she never regained any sort of use of her rear legs… But I think her instagram¬†(run by her amazing, and devoted mama) is a wonderful reminder that paralyzed dogs can still have a great quality of life.

Many, many, many dogs live perfectly wonderful, fulfilling lives this way– it just takes a bit (ok, a lot) of getting used to. In fact, I think that we, as their humans, have a harder time adjusting to life with a paralyzed dog than the dogs to do adjusting to life with 2 legs.

Bleu is full of joy, and her life is absolutely one worth living. I hope she inspires you as much as she inspires us.


Boring and Well

I feel like this blog has been so boring lately.

The fact of the matter is that when the dogs are healthy and well, I really don’t have much to blog about. We go about our daily routine, and one day fades into the next, and nothing remarkable really happens. But isn’t that a good thing?

Oslo turns 10 years old in just shy of two weeks. Unbelievable.


mowing the grass


Oslo and Jersey are very happy to be seeing these warmer temperatures. They would spend all day ‘mowing’ the grass in the front yard if we let them– nibbling grass, gagging, occasionally puking, nibbling some more. Charming.

New stomping grounds

Our new house has come with some really excellent park/green space adjacent to our home. I can’t tell you how nice it is to be able to leash up the dogs, ¬†walk across the street, and then let them off leash in a quiet, secure green space where they can run, sniff, and chew sticks in peace. It’s been a long, long time since these guys were able to be off-leash (with how delicate their spines are, I am very particular about places that I deem ‘safe’ enough for them to be off leash) so this feels like such a huge, and unexpected luxury.