Ray on Facebook?

“Colin, I was just reflecting on my FB life and realized the person I talk to most is an 80 lb. German Shepherd mix named Ray. Coincidence? I think not.”

The above was copied off an FB account, and presents an interesting picture of the social media. I can well imagine that there are quite a few people who spend as much (if not more) time chatting with animals, than they do with other humans. Of course, that should not be surprising given the traits of the average animal vs the traits of the average human.

The scenario does fall down rather badly when one considers the average dog’s ability to use our various communication devices. The inevitable question to the writer of the above comment would have to be “How do you know it is Ray on the keyboard?”

The next time you believe you are chatting with Ray, think it through carefully because he is more likely to be doing this …

… or this …

… or this!

 

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“One Tin Soldier”

The mid/late 1960’s was an interesting time for music. Social conscience songs made regular appearances on the music charts, and hypocrisy in the world was alive and well.  Continue reading

Tail Wags!

When I decided to document my first 18 months of living with Ray (resulting in “Who Said I was up for Adoption?”), it soon became obvious how Ray’s perspective on things would be very different from my own.

Ray was a very challenging dog**, and was an instant education for me in all things canine. Trying to understand almost 80lbs of rescued German Shepherd/Rottweiler with an attitude, produced sufficient material that each chapter in “Who Said I was up for Adoption?” was split into two parts … my perspective on the events, followed by how I envisaged Ray would see them. Continue reading

Joshua meets Dewey!

Another excerpt from “The Odessa Chronicles”, which is now available world-wide from all the usual on-line book retailers, as well as direct from Friesen Press. (see book cover link over in right column).

Joshua purchased Moonbeam Farm for his retirement, so that he could live his life in peaceful rural surroundings, but he did not know that we was not alone at Moonbeam Farm until … Continue reading

“Just a Man”

So many of us (perhaps all of us) have experienced times when our lives made no sense to us at all. Perhaps it was the residual effect of a traumatic experience, or perhaps we just found ourselves in  a state of absolute confusion.  What does one do when life appears to be pointless? What does one do when one feels isolated from the world around us? Sometimes clarity can come from a total stranger. Continue reading