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Search and rescue dogs played a crucial role after the 9/11 attacks, tirelessly finding survivors and offering comfort to rescue workers and grieving families. Their bravery and emotional support during this tragic time created a lasting legacy of the profound impact dogs have in times of crisis.

Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are right around the corner and Barkswell has been lucky enough to have some awesome companies looking to give discounts for their work. Whether for upcoming celebrations, special occasions or just to show some extra care to those you love, here are some choice gift ideas for the dog lover in your life. Canine themed or not, these gifts are right up our alley

Our sweet pup, Hazelnut, is a year old today. Time flies!

My husband and I (and our dogs) just spent the weekend with my parents (and their dogs), celebrating the 4th. The 4th, our Independence Day, also happens to be their wedding anniversary-this year celebrating 29 years.

Did you know that stranger danger is real? Like, paralyzingly real?

With a new pup around, Wes and Barn are settling in like pros but there are rare times when they wish the old order held fast.

As a child, I used to play with graph paper-designing my future homes with wrap around porches. I also made forts with sheets and pillows.

The heater is on, layers upon layers of clothes are in full swing, and the pups are cuddling up.

Dear Reader, the last few weeks have been a veritable swampland of Non profit events-the season is among us and it has taken me away from these posts (which I deeply regret).

“Hi! One of us peed on the couch while daddy wasn’t looking when putting away the fence, and then ran upstairs to try and poop in the guest bathroom, and trailed poop down the stairs as daddy took me outside…”

Puppy training is tiring, has anyone ever told you that? It is. It’s about consistency AND encouragement, and a whole lot of patience which can seem in short supply when you’re so very very tired.

As the fostering saga continued this last week, we made the fateful decision to adopt half of the fostered duo.

We are now into week three of fostering and it has it fallen into a beautiful ebb and flow of playing, eating, going number one and number two, and sleeping…sleeping everywhere.

Last week we celebrated National Dog Day, almost by accident. My fiance and I have been tired, a bit worn down with life activities-mostly wedding planning, work, and all the small things that add up in between.

We are a pretty habitual household: morning and evening romps at the dogpark, 5:30 am and pm feedings, morning cuddles for Wes, evening cuddles for Barn…

Barnaby and I spend a lot of time together. In the kitchen, he waits for every half ounce of scrap he can get, just beneath and between my feet.

My parents have a home that has a lovely pool. That pool was a whopping 80 degrees this weekend, so we enjoyed it with abandon.

Hello everyone! Sorry for the delayed post-this weekend was amazingly busy. I celebrated another birthday and in the best way possible-with my best friends (both two-legged and four-legged)!

I am going to work my way backwards through my amazing dog-filled week.

I had a four day weekend from work, which meant a lot of time catching up on chores around the house and some extra special time with the pups.

I love weekends. I get to pretend that I will get to sleep late, or at the very least compensate with a nap.

I have two dogs that are very good boys. They are loving and like to play: They love to cuddle and wrestle with me in equal measure. But some days, like Sunday, they lose their friggin’ minds.

“Family” can be a can of worms. The relationships that work, the relationships that don’t, the ones you so badly want fixed, and the ones that are so past repair you can do nothing but move on.

I have a much more complicated relationship with Barnaby, a rescue from Family Dog, than I do with Wes. In some ways, he is a mirror to parts of my soul.

I have this deep rooted affection for Wes, my little man. I remember the day I found him, or better yet-the day he found me.

Barking kills me. My entry way is a tunnel that reverberates sound like nothing I have experienced. My former roommate had a sweetheart of a dog but his bark was like a boom cannon.

There are tons and tons and more tons of dogs in San Francisco. The good, the bad, and the ugly of dogs is seen in each dog park microsystem-some parks attract large dogs, noisy dogs, small dogs…

I am a creature of habit, and apparently so are my pups. They like early mornings, and early nights.

I have birds on the brain today. You cooing and (literally) crappy things! Both Barnaby and Wesley have a love-hate relationship with the birds in our neighborhood.

Offering some brevity, and knowing that this is the beginning of a long journey of dog mommyhood, I’ll give you a little insight into each of my loves now…