Dear Miss Katharine

Following your recent blog post “The Dog Fancy eats One of their Own” I would like to state some small facts that you have quite obviously missed. You are clearly a friend of the Aguiar’s whom has never visited their home. As someone who has known this family for roughly 10 years (though moved away 4 1/2 years ago and have kept in contact with some of the family members) you have no idea (clearly) the truth behind your story. These dogs lived in their own filth and were out in the cold in New England with SNOW ON THE GROUND. So, let’s give them the benefit of the doubt and say they were cleaning when the police showed up to seize the dogs so they happened to be outside – now where are their jackets, their blankets, their beds, ANYTHING to keep these dogs from freezing to death. Oh that’s right, she must not have needed them.
When Shirley and Ed’s now second youngest daughter Trinity was two years old the Aguiar’s had been breeding dachshunds for about a year (maybe a little more) – and their house was covered in filth. Shirley is a “stay at home mom” so why couldn’t she clean the newspapers in the KITCHEN covered in poop or pee? How about the pee puddles all over her home? What about the poop that her DAUGHTER was taking on the floor – that’s right, her two year old was pooping on the floor, and she didn’t even move to clean it. Instead dogs and said child were allowed to run through it. Nobody can own 69 (or 71) dogs and care for them well, their older children have all moved out so it’s just Ed, Shirley and up to three children (though if I remember correctly, their youngest son, little Ed is living with one of his sister). So this means they have two very young girls in that home, with all that filth.
Pemi. Do you know who Pemi is? Let me tell you about Pemi – she was a little chocolate and tan piebald, one of the Aguiar’s first dachshunds, she needed a job, she needed to be kept busy. Shirley was only worried about her popping out babies and  couldn’t give a rat’s ass about Pemi’s health. Pemi (who was locked in their semi-finished basement in a small room with roughly 20 other dachshunds) ate through a wall. Did Pemi go to a vet to make sure she was ok? No.
This has nothing to do with rights, this has to do with you being blind and not knowing what you’re talking about. The Aguiar’s do not deserve to own dogs. I recognize many of the dogs in the photos that have been posted by news crews, including an elderly terrier mix that was bred over and over, puppies sold as “designer dogs”. Many of Shirley’s CUSTOMERS can vouch for the squalor that these dogs had to live in. Many of which (if they didn’t live in outdoor runs their whole lives) never got to see outside. I feel sorry for anyone who takes pity on Shirley, her and her husband are horrible people and should never be allowed to own dogs (or any animals for that matter). Whether she had 69 or 71 dogs doesn’t matter, she was a puppy mill and it’s a damn good thing she was finally shut down.


Hi, my name is Mimzy.

Meet Mimzy


Mimzy is a Fugly Friend, made with an overabundance of love in Raleigh, North Carolina.


Nina and Rico are the resident dogs at the home where fugly friends are made, making sure each one is absolutely 100% perfect after their mom. They help to carry out the legacy of the original fugly friend tester, Mugsy. You see, these are more than just toys, they’re like this little fabric animal that brings so much joy and happiness to anyone who sees them, they bring laughter and play to so many. So here’s a big thank you, thank you for bringing joy to so many dogs, and so many people. Over the last four years you’ve done something so incredible by bringing this much happiness into this world, all in one little bitty package. Hopefully my dogs will cherish these toys instead of tearing them to shreds, but even if they do, thank you for giving my dogs the joy of destroying their wonderful toys! They truly love their fuglies, and I couldn’t be happier.



I kennel my dogs.

No, I am not selfish. No, my dogs are not abused. No, they do not hate being kenneled ; and no, I am not taking away their freedom. I am however sure that when I get home after an eight hour shift at work that my dogs will be excited to see me and will still be safe. There will not have been fights, there will not have been things eaten that shouldn’t have been, and there will not be a dead dog. No, I am not being dramatic, no I am not being “cruel” to my dogs. I am ensuring their safety, and that is all.

I will not agree to disagree. This isn’t a matter of what you think is right, it’s about what is safe and what isn’t. I’ve seen more people lose their dogs whom had so many more years ahead of them because they felt bad kenneling their dog. Guess what people, it could have been avoided if you had sucked it the hell up! No, your dog should not be afraid of it’s kennel, so make it a game, speak to a trainer about it, reward them for going in their kennel!

Kenneling is not a bad thing, your dog will not hate you, your dog will not hold a grudge, your dog will not die because you “stole their freedom”. However, your dog will be safe, your dog will be happy to see you, and you will have that much longer with your dog because you kept them safe. So you can think it’s cruel and I’m abusing my dogs as much as you want (that’s right, you know who you are) but my dogs will be around longer and I can be sure that nothing will ever happen to them while I’m away because they decided they NEEDED something, even though they normally would never consider it. I can be sure they’ll be safe when I get home.


“Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.”
― Paulo Coelho

Anyone who knows me personally knows that I have been battling parvovirus within my home. This is a tragic sickness, claiming the lives of so many beloved friends. Quite a few dogs came down with it, very young dogs. Today, very early morning, it claimed the body of a beautiful little pup named Brittany. Sometimes the fight is just too hard, and they simply can’t take it. I hope dearly that Brittany did not suffer much, and that she went peacefully and simply fell asleep. I hope she was warm, I hope she knew she was coming home.

Brittany, wherever you are, thank you for trying, thank you for giving it a fighting chance, and I’m sorry there wasn’t more I couldn’t do to help you. I wish there was something I could have done so that you were still here with us. I wish you were able to live out many more years, chasing balls, going on adventures, being happy. I know you’re watching over your brothers as they continue to fight, I know you’re lending them your strength, please continue to do so. Baby girl there are so many people rooting for them, and they’ve gotten so much better, but it’ll be a long road for them, though I know you’ll follow them throughout it and keep them safe.

I hope they’re able to live long healthy lives, and I know in my heart that you’ll help them do that Brittany. I wish I could find better words for you, but I know the love is enough. Godspeed baby girl.


I’m already a mom.

Recently I’ve got a lot of the “oh aren’t you ready for a relationship?”, “I bet you can’t wait to have kids!” and when I tell them I have no plans of ever having kids they look at me as if, because of this small thing, I’m inhuman. Met with “Oh you’ll change your mind” and “It’ll just happen!” constantly I usually just slink away. How many times do I have to say that I’m never having kids? Why is that such a hard thing to believe, seriously?

I don’t like human children, there, I said it. I find them loud, unruly, dirty little things. Does that mean I’m cruel to kids? No. I actually get along with them really well, but I don’t like them either. Yes, my dogs are just as bad, they’re loud, dirty, chaotic little jerks, however, at the end of the day I can take them for a walk or hike and they’re perfectly happy. Where as a child just never quits!

I love my dogs, they’re plenty enough children for me. I will never not own dogs, and my dogs will always come first. That’s just how it is, and how it always will be. I am not going to have kids, ever, under any circumstances. Babies make me uncomfortable, I’ll stick to puppies.

My dogs are my partners, my teammates, my best friends. I owe these dogs my life, and I will continue to try my best to repay them, if I have to give something up so that my dogs can have something better, so be it. I love my dogs so much more than anything in this world, they have given me so many things. They’ve given me so many chances to find myself, to make myself a better person. Yes, they shit a lot, require a lot of grooming, attention, and there are so many times that they leave me absolutely broke, but isn’t that what being a mom is about? Loving something even when it takes so much from you ; because it gives you so many things that are absolutely invaluable? I am a mother, just because my children happen to have four legs and fur instead of being like a human child doesn’t make me any less of a mother.

I cry when they hurt, I smile when they’re happy, and I stick by their side no matter what happens. My dogs are my children, and are the only children that will ever live in my house, and I wouldn’t wish it any other way. So, if it offends you that I don’t want kids, or that I don’t want your child with it’s running nose and gross hands touching me, or that I really don’t feel comfortable holding your baby, then that’s just too bad. I enjoy seeing that my friends are happy with their children, and I don’t mind sharing that joy, and being happy for them, but I ask that they do the same for me and share in my happiness that my children(dogs) bring me.

Locked in a Haze

“A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.”
― John Lennon

Connection. It is absolutely one of the most important things in life, without it there can nothing. If we don’t connect and communicate there would be complete chaos in this world. We connect every single day, but we don’t even realize it. We don’t realize how important it is. Relationships, whether a friendship, teammates, or partners, connection is vital. Without connection relationships would always fail. So many times we simply want to control our relationships and our lives, but we forget that connection is absolute key.

So to all of you out there having trouble in your relationships ; connect a little more lovelies. You have nothing left to lose if you give it up. We constantly fool ourselves, lying until we’ve convinced ourselves that all of this crazy chaos is alright. It’s not. I live so far from the one person I would give anything to be near. So I do my best to connect, even with the distance, it’s hard, and sometimes it’s heartbreaking, but it will be worth it, I have to stay strong in believing that. For the longest time I tried to shut it off, my feelings that is, thinking as long as everyone else was happy it would be ok, that I could be happy if they were.


It doesn’t work like that, if you don’t talk about what’s going on, if you don’t connect, it doesn’t work, ever. That’s how life is, you have to connect or you’ll never ever be happy. I’m not saying you have to go out and share every little thought with everyone because that probably wouldn’t go over well either, but you need to be honest. Don’t be that coke bottle, just shaking it until you absolutely just cannot take it anymore and the cap just blows off and you explode. It’s heart wrenching to hold it all back, and I know that because I’ve done it for so long, and I still do. I smile when I’m not happy, laugh when I’m sad, and brush it all off when all I want to do is cry.

Don’t do that to yourself, please. Connect with someone, even if it’s just one person, connect. It’s so incredibly important, and I promise you will feel better. Trust is something that feels so good. Love though, that’s one of the best and worst feelings in the world, all at the same time. You’re going to fall in love many times (or at least the majority of you will), your trust will be broken, people will lie to you, and you’ll feel broken. Let me give you this though ; nobody is perfect, everyone is a little broken. Don’t give up. You can do it if you’re willing to simply connect.

New Beginnings

“Realize that if a door closed, it’s because what was behind it wasn’t meant for you.” 
― Mandy Hale

Starting over is hard, really hard, and it sucks sometimes. My dear friend Kelsey will be moving from PA to TX next year for college. With all the excitement I just want to say how proud of her I am, for making so many great decisions. For the last five years I’ve watched this girl grow into an amazing young woman and I know she will make an absolutely amazing vet. She has so much passion for the things she does and I know that will extend to both her schooling and new puppy. I’m absolutely honored to call this girl my best friend. She is amazing, and will go so incredibly far in life and I hope I can continue to be right there supporting her.

Kelsey, this move is going to be hard sweetie, no matter how excited you are. It’s going to be physically and emotionally draining and sometimes you’re going to want to give up, you’re going to question your decisions, but I promise you it will be fine. Four years ago when I moved almost 2,000 miles I knew nobody here, and gave up the only life I’d ever known. There are still times I wish I hadn’t moved, but I’m glad I did at the same time. It has helped me grow as a person, and it will do the same for you. Plus you’ll have a bonus, you’ll have a friend. I love you tons girly!

I look forward to opening a boutique with you, running dogs with you and many many more adventures. All the crazy movie nights, bon fires, hikes, and just all the fun. It’s still going to be hard, and we’re probably going to struggle to get by for quite a while, but it will be worth it in the end. If you need something, anything, you can count on me and you know that. But you’re not painting even one wall in that house pink, sorry sweetie, not happening (;


I don’t know if I believe in destiny, or even fate but I know whatever happened to bring me and my baby girl together is truly amazing. We all know I love my dogs (as well as everyone else’s dogs lol) but to be truthful I have a favorite. Chloe is my entire world. I can’t imagine the day that I will have to say goodbye to her, but I pray every day that I will actually get that chance. I’ve had dogs come and go in my life and it’s always been hard, but none of them have been like Chloe. She’s my once in a lifetime chance, my heart dog, my everything. Let say this ; Chloe is NOWHERE near perfect, I know that, she isn’t a champion, doesn’t know tons of tricks and is not even well mannered (yes, Chloe, I pretty much just said you’re a complete bitch, get over it, you know it’s true). But I love her more than anything in this world.

To say I would give anything for this dog to be happy is an understatement, there is nothing I could ever say or do to show my gratitude to her. I owe this dog my entire life. She will never be perfect and neither will I, but together we are perfection. No matter how angry with her I get she can always make me smile within seconds with her silly antics. She has granted me the beauty of passion, without her I would have never found the things in life that make me so incredibly happy. So Chloe, thank you. I promise you that I will give you as much of the world as I possibly can. You are the reason that I continue to strive and keep my head high. I will never give up on you.

On November 6, 2013 you became paralyzed, and my entire world came crashing down, what was I going to do? There was nothing I could possibly give to you that could fix it, things would never be the same and I knew that. In my heart I knew that. I still to this day have such a hard time thinking about before the accident, because it just makes me want to cry, you have no clue what I would give for just one more day where you could be like you were. But, honestly, that’s not how the world works baby girl. This isn’t the end of us though, not even close to it. We’re going to show each and every single person that doubted us that we’re even better before.

I’ve seen so many people give up on there babies because of something as simple as “they can’t walk” well let me tell you something, if you are one of those people, you should be ashamed. Chloe never had surgery, not only could I not afford it, but I wasn’t comfortable doing it and didn’t feel it was a good choice for her. I ran a fundraiser to help me with her vet bills because I struggled. But I didn’t give up. Now my girl hikes, plays agility, and does everything a “normal” dog does. Will she ever walk and run like she did before? No but we adjusted, and now we are so much better than we were. Things take time, and it’s tough, and sometimes you want to give up, but don’t. I promise that this isn’t the end of the world. Keep your head up lovelies, it will all be alright ❤



So you think it’s cute.

How often do people see a “chunky” dog and go “oh my gosh he is so cute!! What a little chunky monkey!” well guess what people, it’s not cute! You are seriously an idiot. Do you think the lady down your street who has eaten so much that her rolls have rolls is cute? No, so why is a dog that has the same issue cute? It’s not. Obesity is a serious thing and it needs to be taken seriously. Whether it’s people or animals, this being said, if you want to be a fat slob (just so you all know, I’m totally a fat slob, however my dogs are not), that’s your choice, but don’t make your animal suffer.

If you think fat dogs are cute, I hate you. Yes, I’m going to be that jerk. Why? Because you are the reason animals suffer. I would rather see a dog slightly underweight than overweight ANY DAY. As a dachshund owner of 8 years I take health and weight in my dogs VERY seriously. One single pound can make or break a dog, just like it can a person. I am a firm believer that a dachshund being fat doesn’t make it’s back bad, however it does over time put a lot more stress on that dog’s back, making injury that much more likely. This goes for you people with chunky old dogs too (of any breed) don’t come to me complaining that your dog is stiff, or sore, or has bad joints. UM MAYBE BECAUSE HE’S SO FAT THAT HE CAN BARELY WALK!? Seriously, most people make me want to put my head through a damned wall.


My dogs are performance dogs, meaning they have to be in the absolute best shape possible. That “adorable chunkiness” could seriously injure my dog. Even if they were just pets I wouldn’t let them get chunky because it’s stupid to do. Why do people have fat dogs? For the same reason people let themselves get fat, they’re lazy, that is the truth like it or not. Today I had a woman come into work and tell me how much she loves fat dogs – the fatter the better. I wanted to choke her and tell her how stupid she is, seriously. Because of people like you animals suffer and die a slow death – A+ lady! Take your dog for a walk, it’s not that hard I promise, too hot for a walk? Play inside, do some balance games, but do not sit on your lazy ass and do nothing. That’s why your dog makes your life hell (you know that pillow he tore to shreds? Shoulda walked him!) it is all your fault, yup that’s right, your fault. When you get a dog you take another being’s life into your hands, take care of it correctly.


As summer rolls around so does the stupidity it seems. Summer means facebook will be filled with warnings about leaving your dog in a hot car, and the oh so stupid “I’d break the window” comments that follow the posts. Well let me be blunt, anyone who says that is an idiot. Today a woman in my town got arrested for doing this, the owner of said vehicle left the a/c on in the car and was a couple feet away paying for gas. Yes, the dog may have been panting, because it is hot out, or maybe he was just running around playing, but odds are people are sweating at that same moment because we live in Texas, and it’s hot. 

So, why can’t people use some common sense when it comes to dogs left in cars that aren’t running? What you should do is go into the store, speak to management (ask them to make an announcement, they probably will), then call the police. Go outside and wait by the car, but do not touch that car, because if you damage that car in any way, odds are you’ll be in hand cuffs within the next few minutes. I understand you guys are passionate and are animal lovers, but don’t be stupid about it. There is a difference between an animal lover and someone who loves animals. 

Remember summer brings more dangers than hot cars, water intoxication, mosquitoes and ticks are just a few of those dangers. So be wise about your decisions and make good choices people.