Well before my father died, the girls had grown up sufficiently that they were far too ‘cool’ for puppets. Hugh became my co-puppeteer as well as craftsman and technician and the team was reduced to the three of us: Hugh,
Episode Seventy-five: Nana’s little boy
After my father died, we had to arrange care for my mother since her dementia had progressed to the point that she was not able to look after herself. We built a suite at the back of our house, and
Episode Seventy-four: Learning to co-habit with that darn cat.
Because Max and Minx fell in hate at first sight, there was no question of Minx becoming an indoor cat. Fortunately, given her history, she was used to fending for herself, so each morning she would eat her breakfast, then
Episode Seventy-three: Losses and Gains
Max was very sad at the loss of my father. He had no idea why this special human had disappeared from his life, and it was one of the saddest moments when, for the first time after Dad’s death, we
Episode seventy-two: Ho Hum nose out of joint
Being such a rebellious dog, Max felt right at home during the early part of our difficult years, because suddenly he was in sync with the rest of the family, all of whom were feeling pretty mutinous over the pounding
Episode seventy-one: Humans in chaos, but Max learns New Tricks
After regular two-week intervals between dog blogs, there has been a significant gap, and the reason for that is the blog on the front page of this website. Care for poor little Minx, the Manx as she developed more health
Episode Seventy: Max gets a new show
Come October, the fall-winter puppet-show marathon started again. Max took this in his stride. As long as he had his morning walk with me, Edna and Brandy, or Hugh and the girls on the weekend, he didn’t care what we
Episode Sixty-nine: Now Voyageur – a Sea-dog blog.
During 1996, we spent another summer at Pender Harbour, but although we had now purchased the Garden Bay cottage, we were still holidaying on the Madeira Park side because the cottage there simply wouldn’t sell. We had rented the Garden
Episode Sixty-eight: Max finds his voice.
The beginning of 1996 was memorable because of the massive amount of snow, and Max, with his husky genes, loved it. He and Brandy had wonderful romps in the woods. One day, we came across an old mattress that someone
Episode Sixty-seven: The best Christmas ever!
That year, our family had a particularly busy and social Christmas. Back in November, I had received a call from my Cousin Peter in Australia to say that he and his family were coming to Canada for a ski holiday