Barbie Perkins-Cooper, Author

Living Life in the Country As A Writer, Photographer


Today, March 7, 2018 is an extremely sad day for me. Today is the first anniversary of losing my precious mini-schnauzer, Sir Shakespeare Hemingway. Exactly one year later, I am still heartbroken over losing him. Over making the decision to allow him to go to Heaven so he would not suffer any longer. On the …

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Dearest Readers: Today is Tuesday, March 28, 2017. Exactly three weeks ago today, my husband and I made the decision to let our precious almost 14-year-old mini schnauzer leave us to go home to Heaven. How I miss that precious little boy. He was my friend. My dearest and most trusting friend. Shakespeare joined our …

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Dearest Readers: Exactly two weeks ago today, I had to say goodbye to sweet, precious almost 14-year-old Sir Shakespeare Hemingway. While writing this, tears gush from my eyes. How I miss that precious little mini-schnauzer, my best friend who loved for me to rub his ears. If you’ve never had to make the decision to …

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Dearest Readers: This week has been such a dreadful, sad week for me. Why? Most of you who read my blog regularly will know what an advocate I am for animals. On Tuesday, March 7, 2017, our family had to say goodbye to precious, Sir Shakespeare Hemingway. Sir Shakespeare Hemingway, April 11, 2003 – March …

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Dearest Readers: Within 24-36 hours, we, in the low country, will know what our chance of meeting Hurricane Matthew is. Here’s what I predict. As most of you know, Charleston, SC is the ‘number one city in the world.’ No doubt, a Chamber of Commerce statement. Yes, it is a beautiful city. Antiquated!!! And I’m …

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F O R I M M E D I A T E R E L E A S E CONTACT: Janice M. Williams, President Friends of the Coon Dog Cemetery, Inc. PHONE: 256.412.5970 EMAIL: coondogcemetery@comcast.net Labor Day Celebration to be Held at Coon Dog Cemetery Tuscumbia, Ala. (August 18, 2015) – On a ridge in …

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