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
Dear Diary – Page 45 (Early 1960’s – Switzerland)
What does a 14 year old Colin do when in Switzerland with his family? Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 44 (Early 1960’s – Switzerland)
In 1961, we had our first trip to a different country. We went to Dover by train (via London and so two train rides!); crossed the English Channel by boat, and then boarded a luxury coach in Calais which took us through France and into Switzerland! Continue reading
Yogurt Strategy per Ray!
As noted in a Post the other day*, Ray has developed a fascinating technique for cleaning out yogurt containers. From his perspective, they must be one of the most unstable and frustrating food containers to work with however, below is his 4-Step plan for success: Continue reading
Ray’s Yogurt!
We knew a long time ago that Ray loved to clean out our yogurt containers, and it had become a regular treat for him. Whenever we reached the bottom of a container, Ray was close by just waiting to get his tongue into it! Continue reading
A New Direction Perhaps? 