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

Hot Times in the Desert

On the heels of a colder than normal December, January, and February, March is making up for it. Our first day at Telephone Cove on Lake Mohave was cool and breezy but, since then, the thermometer has been 30 degrees Celsius (that’s 86 Fahrenheit) or better every day. For some of you sun lovers, that may not sound terribly hot, but try wearing a black fur coat complete with leggings instead of shorts and flip flops. I guarantee you’ll have a different hot weather threshold.


How I prefer to spend beach time.

I’ve always been a shade lover, unless it’s a cold day and I’m lying on the wood deck in front of the house. Even then, my ability to lie in the sun is limited. With the majority of the winter as cool as it was, I’ve probably done more soaking up the sun than in any of our previous trips, but it seems that my sunbathing days are over, the heat has arrived.


Moonlight is so pleasant.

Telephone Cove was our first hot spot, beyond that first day. The breeze off the lake was cool, but it eased in the afternoon, right about the time things were really heating up. Nollind normally parks the trailer so that the big windows face north in hot weather, keeping it cooler inside, but at Telephone Cove he couldn’t situate us that way very easily. By mid-afternoon, the trailer was like a sauna. Luckily, there was a lot of hanging out in camp at that spot so afternoons were spent outdoors in the shade. And, of course, there was the lake for cooling down. The water was pretty chilly after all the cold winter weather, but even Teresa went in for a swim on the last two days.


Cooling off in Lake Mohave at Telephone Cove.

From Telephone Cove we drove to Las Vegas for an overnight. It was hot there too and I was worried it would feel even worse in that asphalt/concrete jungle. What I didn’t consider was that RV parks have electricity and when we can plug Sid in we have air conditioning. What a treat! For twenty-four hours I didn’t have to think about how to stay cool.

Whitney Pockets was our next stop. We arrived at sunset with a cool breeze blowing off the mountains but the next day the thermometer climbed again. We did our exploring early in the day and spent the hottest part of the afternoon hanging out in the shade of the trailer with margaritas—well, the humans had margaritas, we dogs stuck with water. Water is a much wiser choice in the heat.


Morning hike at Whitney Pockets.


A shady, lazy afternoon.

I don’t like Teresa & Nollind to alter their plans on my account—normally—but when they opted to head further north into slightly cooler temps for my benefit, I didn’t argue. It’s still pretty warm here in southern Utah, the days getting up into the high 20s (80ish Fahrenheit), but it doesn’t feel so intense and it cools off nicely overnight. It helps that we’re camped at the top of a hill so there is almost always a breeze.


Leaving Whitney Pockets headed for cooler places.


Walking near camp in southern Utah.

I’m not sure how long we’re staying here or where we’re off to next. From what I’ve picked up from recent discussions, Teresa & Nollind don’t seem to know either. I guess we’ll all be surprised.


The desert sun leaving us for another day.

Sad Day

We lost a family member today. Twenty-year-old Nat the cat finally used up all nine of her lives. 

The news has us all feeling a little homesick. We wish we’d been there to say goodbye. But we’ll honour her passing with this moment of silence and write more another day.

In the meanwhile, a few photos…


Natalya with a new Christmas toy a few years ago. 



Three amigos.


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Recent photo sent by the house sitters.