Another in our “The shorter the word, the bigger the meaning” series Now four years old, dog-blogger Juno is a Labradoodle living in Summerland in the interior of British Columbia. Real estate agents bring cards; musicians bring EPs; academics bring recently published books. We all need something, a token, a symbol, with which to introduce... Continue Reading →
Juno (centre and her friends, ready for Thanksgiving -- Kerchiefs by Kathie Juno’s blogs have now attracted international attention. Search https://take-note.ca/ for other scintillating dog blog titles. PaPaw and I are reading together Journeys of the Mind: A Life in History, an autobiography by the eminent antiquities historian Peter Brown, an authority on St. Augustine... Continue Reading →
I am Incredulous! I could not believe my eyes or ears. It seems that the “Downward Dog” has new meaning and potency this morning in our little town. Summerland council said NO to making the pop-up Peach Orchard dog park permanent. Citing significant neighbour and resident objection, council will seek alternate locations for a permanent... Continue Reading →
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 →
Take Note - Reflections on life, music, politics, retirement and more by Ken Gray 