Yes, the question mark at the end of the title is on purpose. With 2016 being a bit of sink hole in the time/space continuum I, like many, am curious as to what 2017 has in store. A quick Google search for ‘2017’ will likely litter your screen with droppings of positivity and hope for a “turn … More Happy New Year?
Dora has always been a phenomenal sleeper. Whenever the “sleepies” come she channels her inner cat and finds a place where she can fit, sit and settle herself down for a long winter’s nap – even if it’s the middle of summer. Time stops when Dora desires a snooze – and that includes anything of importance … More Life, Dora Style: Paws in the Air
There’s a well-known conversation starter that goes: If you could share a meal with anyone, living or dead, who would it be and why? For years my response was, Diana, Princess of Wales for I always believed that it would be an awe-inspiring opportunity to simply be in her presence. It would also grant me … More Breakfast with a Tudor
Borrowing from the bell hooks book of the same name, I purposely titled this blog in such a way as to send a reminder of the importance of being politically passionate. This week will be a big one for the planet as the next leader of the free world will be chosen. I, however, will … More Passionate Politics
Yesterday I received the incredibly sad news that a very special animal made his journey to the next world. Thor, a large black Percheron with a limitless heart, passed on to join the herd of his Horse Ancestors. Thor was the first horse I ever worked with within the confines of equine assisted therapy – he as the trusted … More A Paralleled Grief
With a rash of animal abuse cases headlining the news of late, I have spent a lot more time squeezing my dog. My way of thinking is that maybe giving her extra love will help ease the hurt so many other animals are going through by way of universal goodness. Ultimately, I don’t think it’s the dogs that need more … More There Are Always Dogs
It was on the evening of my third day in Vancouver that Mother Nature started to get a little moody. What began as a bewitching late spring day transformed all too quickly into a picture of dark foreboding – seemingly forecasting dramatic changes to come. As I enjoyed a late dinner at The Teahouse in Stanley Park, whose claim to fame is … More Gone West: Part II