Last Sunday, the Oakville & Milton Humane Society had their annual fundraising Mutt Strutt. We participated last year with no undue problems so we once again entered Ray. Continue reading
Month: September 2015
Dear Diary – Page 49 (Early 1960’s – Viking Bike)
I was at the bike shop (I think on a Saturday afternoon), when he took me to one side and told me that if I wanted a really nice touring bike he would help me to get one! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 48 (Early 1960’s – Life in general)
Lots of things started to happen which began to make life more complicated. Continue reading
Leg Wash Anybody?
Sometime ago, Ray initiated a desire to wash our hands after dinner*. We never really understood why, particularly as we rarely have “finger food”, so concluded that either he simply believes that our hands need a good licking, or it is a grooming sign of affection thing! Continue reading
A Break in Routine!
Ray is a routine driven dog. I understand that this is typical of most, if not all, canines but I am convinced that Ray is above typical! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 47 (Early 1960’s – Cake Baking)
I became interested in baking at this time (around 15 years old) and so my Mum used to include me in the process whenever she was baking. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 46 (Early 1960’s – March Loco Sheds)
Back home (after our Switzerland holiday), my bike riding was taking on a whole new level of interest. Continue reading
The Threat (Part 2 of 2)
As we approached the tree he slowed down a little and every movement seemed so calculated. We were both looking everywhere for “the threat” but saw nothing to justify his behaviour. He moved on passed the tree and then we saw it! Continue reading
The Threat! (Part 1of 2)
We took Ray out for walk the other evening and, at least at the beginning, it seemed to be a typical uneventful walk. When we reached the end of our street, Ray took his usual turn towards “his” park but after a few steps, he stopped. Continue reading
Ray Directions!
Ray’s walks have typically been a compromise between where we have to go, and where he wants to go. Continue reading
A New Direction Perhaps? 