When Words Collide

T’s off to a writing conference in Calgary today and for the rest of the weekend. It’s called When Words Collide and I think this will be the third or fourth time she’s attended. My question is, why don’t we get to go along? We do most of the writing around here. Our blog posts have been coming out regularly for almost six years now. Have you seen her blog? Her last post was in June and she left all her readers hanging when she didn’t finish the story. No dedication.12742276_10156662350700599_6801386984095510705_n


Granted, she did finish and publish a novel, but that was a year and a half ago and the second novel is a bit like the second coming, a long way off and a concept only supported by the true believers.

When Words Collide is not the only writers’ event we haven’t been invited to. T’s attended one in Tucson a couple of times and another in Colorado Springs. And it’s not as if we weren’t nearby. For both of these events we were along on the trip, hanging out in the trailer all day while she learned about our craft.


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Colorado in 2014 – at least we got to go along on the hikes.


But I don’t blame T, really. They probably have some kind of rule about dogs attending these things. There is so much inequality in the world when it comes to those of us blessed with four legs.

What you may not realize is that there are a lot of us dogs out there writing blogs and even books. Maybe we should start our own writers’ conference. We could call it “Paws and Prose”, or maybe “Pooches with Pens”, or just “Dogs Write 2“. We could hold it at some dog-friendly hotel (there are many of them now), bring in some of the top dogs in the business, fill the conference rooms with mats instead of chairs (although I prefer a chair), and, because we’re man’s best friend and don’t hold grudges about not being included in their events, invite the humans to join us. Rise above, I always say!


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Thursday morning pre conference-weekend walk.


Some food for thought…mmm…food…suppertime in a few hours. Maybe I’ll go have a nap until then, dream up some ideas for my next blog post. And after that I’ll poke around on Facebook.


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Brainstorming blog ideas.


In case we forgot to invite you, we’ve got a new Facebook page where we’re posting all kinds of fun dog memes and photos, along with some important canine-type information and links. Come friend us on Facebook!

Chow for now!

August 11, 2017

Foto Fur-iday – Walk with Us

Since they sprayed weed killer along the canal and T doesn’t want to walk us there for awhile, we’ve been exploring some new territory.

Ember is the company that looks after the gas wells around here and they make these nice little roads through the crops that we’ve been walking. Within Logan-distance, there are two, one to the south and one to the north.

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Headin’ out.

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Grain crop on the south road.

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The crops are ripening already!

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The south road.

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South road inhabitants.

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Almost home.

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This morning along the north road.

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North road sky.

We’re supposed to get some rain over the next few days which might make the canal walk safe for us again. That’ll be great for the hot days but I hope T doesn’t forget about our new routes along the north and south Ember roads.



Definition of Stoic: Logan

I’m writing my blog in secret this week because Logan would stop me if he knew what I was writing about. He’s sleeping a lot during this heat wave we’ve been having so it’s given me an opportunity to get on the computer this afternoon without him noticing.


Ssshhhh … don’t wake him.

The dictionary says that stoic is “a person who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining”. That sounds about right. Just add “or dog” after the word “person” to make it complete.

Border Collies are known for their stoic nature, and Logan definitely leans toward the Border Collie side of his Borador breeding. For example, he’s more herder than retriever, he’s more nervous than laid back, he’s more picky eater than chow hound, he doesn’t really like to swim … and … he’s stoic.


See how dry he is? He’s a wader, not a swimmer.

Because of his stoic nature, I know he won’t tell you about what’s been going on, but you’re his friends and I think you should know. In May he had his right elbow injected to deal with the osteoarthritis that has set up there and he blogged about how well it had worked. Well, it did, but only for a short time. It was supposed to last six to ten months, it lasted just four weeks. At first, it was a mild limp that returned, but now it’s progressed quite dramatically.

T is worried that his condition might have been worsened by the injection, once the positive effects wore off, but the vet says he’s probably just been more stoic all this time than anyone suspected. I guess he can’t hide it anymore. It’s why he seems to have suddenly grown old in the last six months. It’s been happening gradually but he just soldiered on without telling anyone.


He’s been hiding his grey hair in his white markings.

He was so excited during those four weeks when his elbow felt better, running, jumping, playing more, visiting the neighbours. Now that I think about it, maybe that’s what really did it in.

They tried a new drug called Tramadol. Apparently, it’s a narcotic, an opioid. Now I’m not too sure just what those terms mean, other than it’s some pretty serious shit, the stuff you have to sign for when you pick it up, the stuff that’s controlled. The warning from the vet was that it might make him weird. Well, you know, I didn’t notice anything. He may have had some psychedelic party going on in his brain, but on the outside, he was the same old Logie. Stoic. If he were human, he’d be that completely snockered guy that attempts to make it across the bar to the bathroom without giving away the fact that he can barely stand.


“See? I’m totally fine.”  – Logan

But did the Tramadol work? Well, he did seem pretty happy that week, but he was still limping, and still almost three-legged when he got up from his bed, and still needing his Meloxicam every day. He was only on it for a week as a trial and, because it didn’t produce the result they hoped for and it can be hard on the kidneys, T and Nollind are trying another approach, another natural one.

That’s our T, always looking for a natural way to fix something rather than going with the standard pharmaceutical approach. She was researching Tramadol, to see if it had any side effects the vet hadn’t mentioned, and this natural alternative kept coming up, something called FlexPet. It just arrived in the mail yesterday morning from Florida so it will be a few weeks, maybe a month, before we know if it’s working. That’s one of the differences with the more natural treatments, they have fewer side effects but they take longer to kick in.


I’d love to walk farther, but it’s time to turn back.

In the meanwhile, I won’t complain when our walks are shorter than they used to be, and I’ll hang out with Logan when he’s prescribed rest time indoors. I don’t mind. He’s my bud, my partner in grime, my wingman (even though he’s a really terrible hunter), and my brotha-from-anotha-motha. I’ll let you know this time next month how the new treatment has worked. Here’s hoping. Toes crossed.


Partners, brothers, and friends.