Day Tripper

It’s been a weekly event lately, ever since our camping trip east to the Cypress Hills. T and Nollind load me into the truck or car with my travel bowl and my harness, pack a few snacks and we’re off … east. It seems the Trans Canada eastbound has caught their fancy and keeps pulling them back.

Early spring in Medicine Hat.

The first day trip was to Medicine Hat to look at a boat for the sailing club. The boat didn’t work out, but there was a morning stop at Tim Hortons (I know I probably shouldn’t eat them but I love Timbits!), a walk along the South Saskatchewan River at a great place called Police Point Park, and a bunch of hangin’ with the peeps on the way there and back. I do enjoy a road trip.

Taking a dip in the South Saskatchewan.

Only a week later, much to my surprise, we were on the highway heading east again. On that trip, there was a breakfast stop in Bassano (bacon and hash browns!) and then a visit to Dinosaur Provincial Park. The park looked a lot different than when we visited a couple of Junes ago. Everything is still in early spring shades of beige and brown with only a hint of green here and there in south-facing, sheltered spots.

The Badlands Trail.

We walked the Cottonwood Flats Trail where T wanted to take some photos of the big trees for her new novel called Cottonwood Wind. Then there was lunch by the river (oysters, chicken, and carrots!), followed by a second hike, this time on the Badlands Trail. It would have been fun to have Sid there and stay overnight, and quite a few trailers were rolling into the campground, but we were on our way home instead with a pit stop at the Tim Hortons in Brooks (Timbits!)

Picnic lunch beside the Red Deer River.

Yesterday morning, I could hardly believe it when we were driving east on Highway 1 yet again after a stop at Tim’s in Strathmore (Timbit and breakfast wrap sharesies!). This trip we turned off just past Bassano and drove a rural highway we’d never been on before, headed toward a town called Duchess. I wasn’t aware of any parks or trails up that way but my people never fail me so I slept and waited for whatever I’d find at our destination.

Savouring my Timbit.

Turns out it was another sailing club errand, this time to pick up a whole trailer full of boats. I’ve not been in a boat, haven’t had the opportunity, but I did enjoy exploring John’s farm and shop and then lying on his couch while he and Nollind talked boats and sailing for about four hours. Just between you and me, I think T would have liked to join me on the couch. 😉

More snacks in Patricia.

When we travelled to Dinosaur the week before, T and Nollind took a drive through the hamlet of Patricia, and made plans to visit the Patricia Hotel next time we were in the area, to sample their Steak Pit restaurant. Well, there we were, back in the area … and hungry. I didn’t see the inside of the old hotel, but it looks pretty cool from the photos. And the food? Delicious. My share amounted to leftover bits of steak, baked potato, and garlic bread. Apparently, it’s a cook-your-own meat kind of place and Nollind did a pretty fine job on T’s steak. There are still some pork ribs in the fridge and I’m hoping I get to sample those later today.

The Steak Pit at the Patricia Hotel.

After the Patricia stop, the day was getting on, and I figured we’d be on our way home but, instead, it was a visit to Lake Stafford Park in Brooks for a walk around the lake. Since I’d been out and about during the farm/boat stop and had a belly full of steak and potato, I was pretty cool to just settle in for a two-hour nap, but they are always thinking of me and didn’t want to miss an opportunity to take me for a walk somewhere new. And they were very patient with my walk-sniff-walk-sniff pace even when other people were lapping us on the trail. What’s the hurry, right?

Around the lake trail in Brooks.

So, three weeks, three day trips to the east, three new trails explored, three days of road snacks, three hundred thousand smells. I’m a happy dog. I wonder where we’ll go next week? T? Nollind? Ideas?

Road trip pooch.
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Comfort and Joy

I don’t know if it’s because I’m the only dog to carry the weight of dog duties and activities over the Christmas season, or if it’s my age, but boy oh boy, am I tired. Trips to Strathmore, city excursions, visiting with family, presents to open, dishes to clean, and the list goes on. Being home for the holidays is a lot different than our quiet desert Christmases.

A couple of my Christmas biscuits from friends.

On the plus side, I was included in almost every activity this past week, which isn’t always the case. Some places just aren’t dog-friendly. I get it. Well … sort of.

Luckily for me, her Christmas mug tells the truth!

The week started off with a family visit at Nollind’s dad’s house and, even though he lives on the fifth floor of a downtown condo complex, I was invited, and pretty stoked about it. I had to stay behind when they went across the street to a restaurant for dinner but (insert happy dance) my cousin H didn’t like the meatballs that came on her pasta and was happy to feed them to me when she returned. I showed my gratitude by taking them from her as gently as I could manage. My meatball appetizer was followed by a beef chew that was part of my Christmas gift. Spoiled? Nah, just well treated.

I even got my own monogrammed gift bag from Nollind’s mom!

Two days later we were back in Calgary for some shopping and other errands. I did have to spend some truck time, but there was a late-morning walk in the community of Banff Trail, I got to try sushi for the first time, and we wrapped up the day with a sunset walk in Sandy Beach Park with Cousin H and Uncle C. (I know they’re not really my relations but I figure that, since I was adopted by T and Nollind, their family has become my family.)

Sandy Beach off-leash park.

Christmas Day we were on the road again, this time just to the mailbox to pick up Christmas cards (thanks everyone!) and to Strathmore for a walk around Kinsmen Park. The streets were mostly quiet and empty but the park was a popular spot for dog walking so I had a chance to make a few new friends.

Christmas Day selfie.

Yesterday was the busiest day yet when my cousins H and A came to spend the day with us here on the farm. Was I that energetic when I was a pup? Probably. It seems like a long time ago. There was horse visiting and feeding, cat cuddling, Kubota riding, campfire cooking, and that was just until lunch! Which was awesome by the way … lunch. Kids love to feed dogs and they also have a tendency to drop bits of food. The kitchen floor was like a buffet!

Winter fun and games.

After lunch was some craziness with a big saucer behind the Yamaha Wolverine (aka Fang) that I didn’t partake in. Some things are best left to the bipeds. As the sun started to fall toward the horizon, it was time to head indoors again where there was cheesy pasta and cuddles and more biscuits. It was a good day.

Cuddle time.

I’m tired today, went back to bed right after breakfast. Tomorrow Ria’s coming to visit, bringing her dog parents G and S. I’ve got six years on Ria and I hear she had a restful Christmas so I’d better get plenty of sleep until then!

Couch time.

Storm’ll be taking the reins of the blog next week, something about a big equine birthday celebration?

What I Did on My Summer Vacation

As I mentioned last week in my mini blog post, I went on vacation, just me and my peeps. Yup. Me. All the attention. All the snacks. All the back seat. (But hey, Logan, buddy, pal, in case you’re reading this, we sure missed you!)

What I might not have told you before is that I can be a little, I hate to admit it, needy. I might come across as a cool dude in my posts but, on the inside, I have a lot of insecurities. Will there be enough food? Will there be enough attention? Will I have a comfy place to sleep? Canine concerns. And, when there are other animals around that draw attention and food and space, well, I can get a bit … well … whiny. Ack. Nobody likes a whiny dog.

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The three of us.

I heard them talking before the trip, wondering if travelling solo would push me even further along the “it’s all about me” scale. But, they needn’t have worried. Take away the cats, the horses, the work, and Logan, and I had more than enough food, attention, and comfort to keep me happy. For example, when T and N came back to the hotel after dinner the first night in Edmonton, the container of rib bits was mine all mine.

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Mine … all mine.

The first stop on our 10-day trip was Edmonton for N’s aunt and uncle’s 50th wedding anniversary celebration. Sadly, I didn’t get to attend the party and give them my best (Congratulations Allan and Karen!), but I did have a visitor to the Dodge kennel. Thanks for coming to see me, Laurana!

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Visitor to the Dodge kennel.

After a very busy lead-up to our departure, the peeps decided that a day of rest and relaxation was in order so we stayed an additional day in Edmonton. Following breakfast at the hotel and a trip outside for me, they actually climbed back into bed and watched a movie, very unusual behaviour for them. Fortunately for me, they brought one of my bed cover-up sheets so I could join in. What was the movie? Hmm … I may have dozed off once or twice. Something about aliens and guys in black suits and, oh, there was a very cool talking dog.

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Movie time!

Fed and rested, we were off to a dog park along the North Saskatchewan River. On a Sunday morning it was a busy place and I have never met so many dogs in one spot. During the hour and a half at the park, I must have met forty dogs, and the guy in the photo below was my paws-down favourite. We met along the river and again on the way back to the parking lot. Man, did we play hard. He was bigger and younger than me so I was exhausted by the time we reached the truck.

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Me and my new bud.

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Pho Boy Vietnamese Restaurant

The dog park was followed by lunch at a place on Whyte Avenue, a restaurant that allows dogs on their patio. (Thanks, Pho Boy!) They brought me a dish of water and apparently the food was pretty awesome too. T and N ordered a spicy dish so I didn’t get much of a sample but they brought along some of my snacks for me.

I could have stayed in Edmonton all week going to dog parks, eating restaurant leftovers, and lounging in the hotel room but, on Monday morning, we were headed north to Charlie Lake where some of T’s family lives.

We’ve been to T’s mom’s place before, when T’s dad died and they held a memorial for him beside the lake. This trip was a happier occasion, T’s mom’s 90th birthday. 90. Wow. That’s almost as old as Logan (in dog years). And she’s a lot like him, slowing down but still going strong.

It was just us at first and, of course, Grandma Nora (can I call you that or maybe just G’ma?), and T’s oldest brother and wife who live just up the road. And then they started to arrive, the sister, the brothers, the nephews, the nieces, the great nieces and nephew. It was quite a crew by party time on Saturday. One of T’s four brothers hadn’t made it to a family gathering in about twenty years and it was a joyous reunion on Friday night and a big surprise for his mom.

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Hanging with my new friend, Kaden, T’s great nephew.

For the most part, T’s family isn’t what I’d call super dog-friendly, but there are some dog lovers, and I managed to seek them out, doing my best to stay out of the way of everyone else. My favourite part of each day was the morning walk, usually down to the Provincial Park boat launch. I only got in one swim, due to the blue-green algae that drifted in on day three, but the walking was great, and each day we were joined by one or more of T’s siblings.

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Smoky view from the boat launch.

At seven on Monday morning we were on our way home, with a stop in Dawson Creek for fuel and food. I’d been a good and easy travelling companion for the whole trip (proud me) and it was time for my reward … my very own Tim Hortons breakfast sandwich. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy a road trip?

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Yum.