#mustlovedogs

[joanninkshop]

Show your love to your pets

[doglover987]

"Life's too short to not have a dog 🐶❤️ #MustLoveDogs

[kasyehkih]

The third litter of traitors has appeared #pets #mustlovedogs #cutepet #...

[cocktailsfairytales]

#99c #Sale

"𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆! 𝗜 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱... 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁."

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𝗔𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁.

Orphaned and unhappy, Ally Hunter makes a life-changing decision to move across the country to a small town that once felt like home. As she reinvents herself, she realizes there’s one part of the equation missing—love. However, a tragedy from the past makes her hesitate when it comes to giving up her heart.

𝗔 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲.

Abandoned by his first love and family, Ronan has one friend he can truly count on—his two-hundred-pound mastiff, Henry. When he returns home from service in the National Guard, though, he finds his entire life catapulted in a different direction with the disappearance of his beloved dog.

𝗔 𝗹𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿-𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.

When Henry, Ronan’s brindle mastiff, finds himself far from home, Ronan sets out on a journey to bring him back. However, as the trail to Henry leads Ronan to Ridgewood, Virginia, and an interior designer with a big heart, he’ll realize some hardships lead to beautiful discoveries.

#romance #lindsaydetwiler #mustlovedogs #militaryromance

[truetattoosupply]

Tombstone 🪦 by @narythe3rd using True Grip 3 Barrel Grips!

#tombstone #headstone #cemetery #doglover #dogs #mustlovedogs #traditionaltattoo #traditional #tattoo #tattoos #bold #boldwillhold #tattooartist #art #ecofriendly #truegrips #staytrue #ink #tattooing #grip #inked #bones #flowers

[gandaever]

Ran 6.84 kilometers with Nike⁠ Run Club! Dedicating today’s run to my eldest boy Oliver. Fly high Olie and hugs to your Dad Chad and daughter Mary! #AllDogsGoToHeaven #MustLoveDogs

[notsoluckyjowen]

my little pupsies

#pug #puglife #puglia #dogs #mustlovedogs #bestfriend #cute

[markopoloadventures1]

🐾 Puppy Playtime Chronicles 🐾

Just caught my adorable black furball in action, unleashing pure joy during playtime! 🖤🐶 Check out the cuteness overload in this video clip! 🎥✨

#PuppyLove #BlackPuppyAdventures #PlayfulPup #FurryFriend #VideoMoments #DoggoDelight #PawsomePlaytime #AdorableOverload #FurBabyFun #HappyTails #PetLife #PuppyPlay #CuteCanine #VideoHighlights #JoyfulJourney #FourLeggedFriend #FurEverLove #PuppyAntics #TailWaggingFun #PlayfulPet #HeartwarmingMoments #PuppyJoy #MustLoveDogs #FurFamily #DoggoLife #PlayfulBlackPuppy #PetVideoMagic #CharmingChewer #FurryFunTimes

[nicoleandrhonda]

'Nuff said! #MustLoveDogs 2/6/23 https://www.instagram.com/p/CoUwy1Uu9BKIwUwhr6OYOFqMf1T7gySqUwm0Oo0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mrjasongrant]

Dancing dogs at the beach Such a good day Love everything about this picture #mrjasongrant #mustlovedogs #beachplease https://www.instagram.com/p/CHMqLPKhZPJ/?igshid=na3h3d6wuyo9

[makonicole]

be a trendsetter

[nathanharmonphoto]

Sometimes my peeps can’t hold their lickers 👅. My man Brody is one of those. He loves hanging out at my studio and exploring the grounds of the ranch. @letgolightly thank you for coming out and enjoying the perfect weather yesterday. * * * * * #mustlovedogs #studiolife #windowlicker #nathanharmon #commercialphotography #visualsoflife #brandphotographer #creativesatwork #Photographer #tulsaphotographer #oklahoma #texas #houseofharmon #werk #grainisgood #analoguevibes (at Nathan Harmon Photography) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWCrzqyL5pk/?utm_medium=tumblr

[kasyehkih]

Whose dog is so greedy, the saliva is so 🥲🥲🥲  #mustlovedogs #puppy #swee...

[thehoneybuzz]

Ashes to Ashes

Before April 23rd, I had never seen Mount St. Helens. She was a legend from my history textbooks - a harbinger of dark skies and an earth shaker. The Yakima Indian tribe calls her Si Yett, meaning woman. According to tribal mythology, the Great Spirit placed Si Yett between the battling brothers, Mount Adams and Mount Hood, to protect the region. Like other legends, Helens is a great marker of time. The question of, "Where were you when…" elicits memories as vivid as the glint of the glassy snow I found on her peak. 

After her eruption, some thought the world was ending. Observing her crater, her jagged peaks, and the ribbons of steam issuing from her, still - silent reminders of her violent potential - you are struck by her serenity as well as her power. Her allure is not a mystery, and it is that allure which called to me.

I thought she would make a perfect beginning. With peak elevation at 8,366 feet, she doesn't quite make the top 10 list of Washington's highest summits. Even at her tallest - 9,677 in 1980 - she only ranked at number five. Despite her diminished proportions, her treachery remains in her grade. You gain one thousand feet of elevation over each mile which makes her a formidable challenge. It was just the challenge I was looking to find. 

I packed and repacked gear, reviewed chapters on ice ax use and cold-weather layering in the Mountaineering Bible, and streamed endless hours of online videos in preparation. I hoped that all of this, in addition to my physical training, would be enough. I would be climbing my first mountain, and I would be facing the challenge alone. My companion was another inexperienced climber, and in conquering Helens, I would be solely responsible for my success - or my failure. 

Alone isn't something I'm afraid of - there is something to be said for self-sufficiency. My self-reliance has taken me to beautiful and terrifying places, unlocking the world in ways I couldn't anticipate. Being prepared, however, is critical. 

In aviation, before each flight, you inspect your airplane. The procedure never changes. Check oil, check gas, wings, ailerons, flaps, luggage compartment, rudder, elevator, wheels, brakes, antennas, lights, avionics. At this point in my flying career, the movements are automatic. I'll never forget the words of my first instructor, who told me, "You never want to be in the air wishing you had checked something on the ground. If you can be proactive, you should be. It could save your life." 

I took the lesson with me into mountaineering as I obsessively cycled through my gear list. I knew I was ready. So why did it feel like something was missing? I searched myself for answers. Charlie, our dog, sensed my impatience and rolled over on top of my neatly organized gear - adding a collection of his hair to my merino wool base layers. I laughed as I knelt to scratch him.

"Extra protection," I thought. 

That's when it hit me. 

Growing up, I lived on 20 acres adjacent to miles of preserved natural land. I spent most of my childhood with a book, a pocket knife, and a dog exploring the wilderness behind our home. It's where my love of nature was born. Jake, our family dog and a legend himself was my eager companion. 

"You can go wherever you'd like..." my mom would say as I packed a lunch for the day, "... so long as you bring the dog."

Jake was freedom, a good listener, and a ready companion. He was our protection. When my parents told me they'd be dividing our land and developing a new housing community, I mourned for myself, but I remember thinking what would happen to Jake. Had my parents forgotten him in their grand planning? I didn't know how he would survive in a shrinking world. 

It ended up not mattering much. My mom and step-dad divorced before the development took off. My brother, mother, and I moved into a one-bedroom apartment, and we took Jake with us. I was right to be worried about shrinking worlds but underestimated the magnitude. 

As I agonized over my lost home, Jake took on a new kind of protection. A constant in the raging sea of our changing lives, he remained steadfast. Unbothered by his changing condition, his fur caught my tears, and his ears caught my troubles. As a family, we rebuilt our lives. 

Jake held on for years for us, but after his hips went to the dysplasia typical of his breed, he simply couldn't hang on anymore. He let us know it was time - another one of his great mercies - and we did right by him. We lost our best friend that day. For all the space I thought he needed, what he wanted most was to be in our arms. That is how Jake left the world. If love could have saved him, it would have. 

No one quite knew what to do with his ashes. At first, it felt too soon. Having to say goodbye again so shortly after his loss seemed impossible. So Jake's ashes went into a cupboard, and there he stayed for 15 years. No moment or location ever seemed quite right. 

We had to move several boxes to find him. I remembered the sound of his collar as I gently divided his remains, securing a healthy portion rather unceremoniously in a ziplock bag. It was decided. I was taking Jake to the top of the mountain - My protector.

When I made it to the summit, I sobbed. I was overwhelmed at the release I felt - making those last few steps and revealing the world in all her glory. Mount Adams feels so close you truly feel as if you can reach out and touch his peak. The cornices that form atop the crater's edge tempt and terrorize you as you long to peek over their precarious ledges to view the scenery below. Rainier - invisible behind the peak - comes into view so sharply and suddenly that it shocks you. I don't think I'll ever be able to describe the peace and power you find at the top of mountains. 

As I took Jake's ashes from my pack, I looked up to find a group of skiers summiting behind me. I gasped out loud when I saw their companion. They had brought their young yellow dog - a ghost of Jake - to the summit. The dog smiled at me and came over.

I couldn't hide my tears as I buried Jake's remains in the snow. He had waited so patiently and so long to be back in nature. Putting him there felt almost spiritual. Ashes to ashes as two legends and mythical protectors - mountain and dog - laid together. Through tears, I shared my story with the group. Pippin, their lab, licked my ungloved hand as the alpine sun dried my tears. We toasted summit beers to mountain dogs and took off down the slope together. Having protected me one more time, Jake lay at rest on the summit at last. 

This June, I'll attempt Mt. Baker, and Jake will be with me again. It's been so many years since his passing; I was shocked at the depth of my emotions as I kneeled with his remains in the snow. I know rationally that his ashes add weight to my pack and don't offer any 'real' safety. You can't burn them in the cold; they don't purify water or offer sustenance. They are frivolous from the rational perspective. Yet, I can't imagine a summit without him. 

Growing up, I wanted a dog so badly that I gave my mom a PowerPoint presentation about why I deserved one. It's the irrational I'm interested in now. Knowing that when I needed him most, Jake was within arms reach, ready to guide me home. 

I honestly don't know if this is a story about mountains or a story about dogs. If it's a story about mountains, I could describe how every moment spent on the descent, I marveled at the beauty of the natural world. If it's about dogs, I could tell you about the two wet noses that welcomed me home: Sophie, my perfectly round Beagle with soft ears, and the sweetest hellos. Charlie, my foster fail, who, despite having been hit by a car as a puppy, approaches each day with an unrivaled sense of enthusiasm and joy. His love for life has reached me even in my darkest moments. Many happy years remain before I carry them up the summit, and for that, I am grateful.

By the time my feet hit the pavement of the trailhead, I could wring out my socks. They had been drenched in melting show. I was happy and exhausted. It struck me again how the world keeps turning even in those surreal moments when time appears to stand still. Our descent had been complicated - but proved I could endure difficult things. I sang as I removed my boots and smiled, leaning against the trunk of my car. I looked up at the mountain - invisible in the evening mist - that I had just conquered. 

Mountains and dogs, I thought. A girl doesn't really need much else. 

[jaxxphotographyy]

Roger is Going for a ride! #dogsofinstagram #dogs #mustlovedogs #handsomedogs #handsomedogsofinstagram #handsomedogsclub #whoseagoodboy #whoseagooddog -#whosagoodboy🐾 #rogerthat (at Chillicothe, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7zLYf3Fa5f/?igshid=19a0u9m9gr6sc

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