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 