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In later years, Max gained another walking companion. Sadly, Edna’s mother had developed cancer, and as her illness progressed, Neisha became a regular visitor at Edna’s house. After Edna’s mother died, Neisha became Edna’s dog, so from then on, Max

In 2004, Max gained added novelty to his life when we started using our Pender Harbour cottage as a summer/weekend retreat. Our first tenants had been great, but work had taken them elsewhere, and there were problems with their replacements.

In addition to being a local celebrity, Max gained some other bonuses in later life. Soon after we built the suite for my mother, we also sold Lisa, our old motorhome and acquired a newer one, suitably christened Arvy. Since

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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