Tales from the Bush in Quebec

Ben is on the left - very intelligent, he would have been a good police dog. Beef was so loving, and so patient. A big huggable mutt!!! Sign in to see full entry.

You can see Beef doing his "Let me in, please!" bark. Sign in to see full entry.

I wrote this poem at the grand ‘ole’ age of twenty. It was for an older friend, a woman who, on her fortieth birthday, spoiled her surprise party by crying rivers of tears because she had found a new wrinkle on her face just that morning. She did not want to age. She was the reknown beauty in her... Sign in to see full entry.

My friend had called on a Thursday night, which meant that I would have to take Monday off work if I was to keep my promise to pick him up. It was easier than I thought. My mood was not the best at the office on Friday. I was mentally counting off the days until doom – I’d be leaving the dogs and... Sign in to see full entry.

High season at the office thwarted my good intentions to shorten work hours and spend more time exercising the dogs. From mid-March right through April, each employee was required to do overtime. Tax season was always busy. It didn’t help that the company was attempting to cut costs by hiring less... Sign in to see full entry.

I haven't finished the next installment, but thought maybe readers would like to see "the little Sh*t" - who isn't so little. Hope to post the end of the story within a couple of days. Thanks for reading! Adnohr xxx Sign in to see full entry.

I stared at the empty cage. It stood there, a blatant accusation, its emptiness the result of my incompetence. During the frantic drive to the bush, I’d rejected the nagging fear that I was too late. There was no denying it now. Slowly I walked over and sank down onto the couch….Bud’s couch….the... Sign in to see full entry.

The phone rang three times before I could dredge up enough courage to pick up the receiver. “Hello?” “Hey there! Wanted to see how you’re doing, and how the pitt is recuperating from his battle wounds.” Relief made me faint. It was my comrade who had helped with the dogfight and the cage. But the ID... Sign in to see full entry.

There was no voice-mail feature on the telephone, but there was an ID gadget, and with it you could see the numbers of the last twenty-five calls received. – unless it was from a cellular or confidential number, in which case it uselessly indicated ‘Private’. When we returned from the vet... Sign in to see full entry.

The chain obviously not a deterrent, the next morning I left the pitt loose in the house with the other dogs. I was expecting more damage on his part, and he was true to form. This time the basket used to carry and store the fireplace logs was demolished, pieces of woven bamboo and wood spread every... Sign in to see full entry.