Short Stories

He hadn’t been feeling too well lately. As he measured the feed for the dogs in his kennel, mixing the ingredients that made their coats shine and their eyes sparkle, he wondered why he was so tired. He would take a nap after the feeding was done, he decided. No, he...

Ron Hevener (Speaking at a National Specialty, black-tie dinner) I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been at a show and someone comes up to me saying “This is probably the last time you’re going to see me, Mr. Hevener.” By now, you would think I can tell the signs,...

Since 1945, the beautiful Collies residing at Hevener Farms have been known in the show ring. On our farm, we have an art studio specializing in For the past 30 years, the staff of artists in our studio have specialized in making and repairing animal art for...

To the drumbeat of a million hearts, and the raging strings of an ocean, they clung to trees, rooftops and each other. Homes, towns and lives splintered apart. It was a tragedy so great, so filled with wrath and wonder, that the civilized world truly was “shocked” and...

He hadn’t been feeling too well lately. As he measured the feed for the dogs in his kennel, mixing the ingredients that made their coats shine and their eyes sparkle, he wondered why he was so tired. He would take a nap after the feeding was done, he decided. No, he...

It was a time when everything was loving and beautiful. It was a time when dog lovers knew what was right or wrong just by the way their dogs wagged their tails or sulked. It was a time when vets and dog-catchers and local humane shelters knew their contributions to...

A lot of things cross my desk, and this came in from Ruth Weddle of California. Many of you know Ruth as the dedicated publisher of Our Afghans, but not many realize her incredible personal story. If you are ever lucky enough to find a copy of her novel Zieg Hell,...

He hadn’t been feeling too well lately. As he measured the feed for the dogs in his kennel, mixing the ingredients that made their coats shine and their eyes sparkle, he wondered why he was so tired. He would take a nap after the feeding was done, he decided. No, he...

Tonight, as the rain rattles the roof and smears the windows of our kitchen building here at Lochranza Kennels, I move my blankets closer to the whelping box. “Are you OK, girl?” I ask the mother-to-be. She is frightened of thunder and the rushing winds have just...