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After Halloween, the house was full of treats, so Max continued to clean up. Every time the girls ate a treat, he had to have one of his chocolate Goodboys.  Like all children who overdose on too much candy, his

As Halloween approached, Max seemed determined to outdo himself in delinquency. One day, Edna and I took the dogs down to the Brunette River. Soon after we reached the water, Max went thundering off into the bush and ignored all

All through October we were struggling with puppet tasks, and Max wasn’t the only thing that was misbehaved. Hugh was at his crankiest, coping with work all day and trying to finish a new travelling theatre in the evenings; the

Everyone returned safely from Saltspring, with Caroline and Hugh voyaging back in the Optimist, and Katie, Max and I following in the motorhome. Now it was time to get back to normal. Max and Brandy were reunited for their walks

Max soon got used to life on the island, but once the novelty wore off, his behaviour began to deteriorate again. One morning, Hugh and I took him for a walk to Ganges.  The trip down was delightful, as was

Saltspring was lovely. There were fields with hedgerows that had the nostalgic charm of the English countryside. There were trails where Max could go for a run with Bobo and Sally, and he proved remarkably gentlemanly realizing that his new

Max was happy to have an interlude at home.  He was particularly glad to see Edna and be reunited with Brandy, although both dogs seemed a little shy at first. Max wagged his tail rather tentatively, probably remembering how standoffish

It was great to be back in the Cariboo. After the noise and confusion of the Okanagan campsites, we finally enjoyed a peaceful night where the only sound was the loon on the lake. The next morning, the temperature was

Camping did not make for good sleeping. In the early hours of the morning, a tow truck came to move a trailer parked beside the road, so we had to endure flashing lights, yells and crashing chains for forty-five minutes.

Peachland was hot. It was also immaculate and not dog friendly. However, with the help of another dog walker, we discovered some trails alongside a creek where Max could have a bit of a run. He was apprehensive to find