The celebrated Dog Blogger, Juno, is a three-year-old Labradoodle (actually three and a half years old) who lives with her owners in the small town of Summerland in the interior of British Columbia. She has a rare ability to communicate with her blogger owner and have published over a dozen blogs in recent years. Some... Continue Reading →
Juno is a three year old Labradoodle who animates and organizes the life of PK and MK Gray. In recent months she has developed an ability to communicate both ideas and story to her Pawpaw, PK. The following is another instalment in an increasingly popular series. We all live together in the small South Okanagan... Continue Reading →
https://videopress.com/v/hNz1VUTz?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true There are times when my heart aches -- I know, I know; you see me running around, sniffing, jumping, barking (much less now I should say) -- To all appearances I appear effervescently happy, and most of the time this I am. My cup is typically ninety percent full. I do however miss my... Continue Reading →
They are leaving me behind; Paw-Pa and Paw-Ma (Ken and Kathie) will travel to Ireland, without me, in just a few days’ time. They did not invite me; they did not ask in any kind of formal way, “would you like to come?” The message from the beginning was that I was not wanted on... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/6A5TIThrRUs Carrie Newcomer rocks. I mean, how many people write songs about dogs? How many people write songs about what their dogs think about them? When I have a moment I will scan all available literature. Oh I know, “Who let the dogs out?” I just don’t get it. Carrie does it better. It is... Continue Reading →
It has become an annual affair, my visit to the vet. While some Labradoodles dislike their annual fitness review, I neither love nor hate it. It simply IS--a necessary cursory inspection to ensure that all with this lively Labradoodle body is physically and psychologically well. I say well but I actually mean swell which is... Continue Reading →
“That dog’s in a wheelchair!” exclaimed my Mama human Kathie. Puzzled and gob smacked, my Papa human Ken replied with uncharacteristic brevity “what?” “There’s a dog in wheelchair” mama continued. “Well, it’s not a wheelchair but some sort of harness or assistive device (Mama is an Occupational Therapist with a specialty in wheelchair configuration, hence... Continue Reading →
Spoiler alert! This blog is co-written with my humans though the opinions expressed, and discoveries noted are entirely my own. My humans actually have a lot of time to co-write with me, as they are now both retired. Six months! Wow. When retired, the gaze of humans shifts, from that of the workplace where home... Continue Reading →
All I can say is I am glad I don’t need to greet strangers as dogs do. While on her daily promenades, our sweet and sassy Labradoodle, Juno spots potential playmates from quite a distance. Typically she crouches down, expecting surrounding plant growth to camouflage her quite visible self to the approaching dog. The two... Continue Reading →
Take Note - Reflections on life, music, politics, retirement and more by Ken Gray 