Wednesday, December 30, 2015


Goodbye Travis,

People are telling me to remember all the good things about you, and all the joy you brought to our lives. I’ll admit, that is hard to do.

The anger and sadness are overwhelming. I am either empty and void of all emotions, or completely consumed by them.

Right this moment I am feeling angry. Angry because a perfect, joyful soul – who did no wrong to anyone or anything – has been taken from this earth.

I want to believe in heaven, or as they tale goes Rainbow Bridge, but alas I do not believe. Perhaps if I did then I could rest easier in knowing that you are in a happy place. Instead I am just angry that you are gone.


Gone are the endless hours of grooming your beautiful coat – a chore that I enjoyed sharing with you very much.

Gone are the strolls in places familiar and new – exploring forests and beaches.

Gone are the moments that I can look in to your eyes and see nothing but joy and happiness – this possibly I will miss the most.

People were sucked in by your outer beauty, but they stayed because of your inner beauty.

I am not sure I have any regrets – I will take this a good sign. We did great things together – exciting things; all this despite your love for living life in the slow lane.

You were wise; an “old soul” as many would say. You were an easy going guy; never in much of a rush to do anything – I believe now this was because you were enjoying the journey of the everyday. Not wanting to let a single moment pass you by without relishing it. Perhaps you knew you would leave this earth too early. Is this your lesson for me?
My heart is broken. I miss you. I want you back more than anything.

It all happened too fast. I am not ready for a life without you.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015


Hello Travis,

I’m nervous – or maybe excited. I’ve been waiting three long years to be able to bring a dog home. A part of me never thought a sheltie would enter my life again – but life is funny that way sometimes.

When I saw your picture on the website, I knew you were mine. It was ridiculous to say or think otherwise.


We sat on the concrete floor of the kennel and held our breath while you were released. Your body wiggled and jumped with joy – you danced in front of us. When you finally stood still, I was overwhelmed by your awesomeness. You were young, but your eyes were old and wise.

There was another there for us to see, but he was not you. You stood still just for a moment; being sure to let us see you - being sure to leave your mark.

We left that night without you; we were asked to be sure, and to “sleep on it”. You had been through two homes already – through no fault of your own.

I went to sleep that night not questioning, but knowing. You were mine.


A few weeks later, you came home with us. A previously planned trip kept you from coming sooner. We drove to Vegas and back, all the while visiting some of the most breath taking sites in the US.
Every day, every moment I thought of you. Here I was on this epic, once in a life time trip, and all I could think of was getting home to you.

I remember one day early in the trip, I damaged my engagement ring while setting up our camp site. I cried, because, well, road trips are exhausting and my ring was broken. In that moment I though of you. I have no idea why, but I did.

I promise, that everyday I will care for you, love you, and be with you. Where I go, you will go.

I will be yours as much as you will be mine.





Friday, December 18, 2015


I haven’t been doing any agility training. I just bring myself to, or perhaps I am just too sad to be involved with it.

All I can think about is Travis, and him being sick. It weighs on my heart – heavy.

We met with a hospice vet yesterday and she gave us this “Quality of Life” questionnaire to fill out. If the dog scores over 35, then their quality of life is deemed “good enough not to consider euthanasia at this time”. This thing is stupid. My dog can’t breath and I feel horrible keeping him – even though he scores well over 35.

What a horrible way to die – I feel guilty. I know he is being strong, because that is the kind of dog Travis is. He has to be in more pain and discomfort than he is telling us - I can feel it.

I read that no one has ever said they put their sick dog down “too soon”, but plenty of people have said they waited “too long”.

I can’t help but feel as though a week too early is better than a week too late. But how do you end a dogs life as he smiles while staring in to your eyes?

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Surprise in the Mail

It has been almost a year, but Indie's ATChC plaque arrived.

Makes my heart sing.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Pony Show

I am deep in to socializing Vixen. By all accounts, she is an outgoing little she-devil that fears nothing, but we are not taking any chances. Part of that adventure took us to a friends stable where she boards her horse. 

First up, chickens. While the chickens are normally social, we suspect they hid in the coop because Vixen looks like a fox...well, to a chicken any way. She paced the coop, very focus and interested, but held herself together.

Next, we were off to meet Spyder! Vixen was a little tentative at first, but a 5 pound puppy up against a 1200 pound horse...well, I can't blame her.

After a while, she became very brave and even jumped on for a ride. It was a great experience. 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Naming Day (part 2)

It is official-official. I have registered Vixen with the AKC. She will forever and beyond b e known as…

Kimark Pony Express

Now I just have to wait for her AKC paperwork, and then complete her import paperwork to get her CKC registered. J

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Naming Day (Part 1)

She needed a name. I had my favourite, hubby had his. In the end he “won”. Well, he didn’t really win per say – I simply conceded this his name was more suited to the puppies budding personality.

I present you – Vixen – future agility superstar. And rally-o star. And conformation star. And herding star. And….I better stop. J

Now to come up with her registered name. I need to sleep on it.

Puppies First Agility Class

I am not going to lose a single opportunity to socialize this new little girl. Today Indie is back in agility class, and of course “pup-pup” is coming along. We have two names on the short list, so I am sure in the next 24 hours one will stick.

Lucky me! Children! There were children in agility class! I quickly put them on puppy duty while I helped set up and walk the course. Pup-pup was mitten with them. Little people are fun!

Also about were my instructor’s two dogs. They are polite little border collies who had no interest in playing “smoosh the puppy” thank goodness.

We moved equipment about, and she was comfortable taking in all those sighs and sounds.

When I was working Indie she rested (and I use that term loosely because she doesn’t rest, she stands still though) in her crate and took everything in stride. I love this puppy.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Best Kept Secret

She is here! She is amazing! She already rules the roost!

While the fact I was going to *eventually* get a puppy was a well known; the fact that one was coming home today was a surprise to most. I shared this secret on purpose with 2 friends – people I trust beyond their ability to keep a secret. I shared this secret with one other “friend” (see the quotes there?!?) accidentally, but that is another story worth sharing another day.

You’ll also notice that I used the noun “she” to describe the new addition. Yup – I failed to bring home the long sought after male I was so sure I was going to get. Why the change? Well a few reasons, but the main one was this was the right puppy for me. I had my eye on this litter when they were first born. The pedigree was amazing and there was tons of agility in both lines. However, it became apparent very quickly that the males would be over sized, so I opted out. I wanted an in-size show boy, not a girl.

The weeks passed and this litter, one way or another, just kept coming back to me. After many emails and telephone calls with the breeder, she quickly determined that the right puppy for me was a little girl named “Middle”.

Right after yesterdays workshop with Jessica Patterson, I high-tailed it to my Mom’s to drop the boys off (under a ruse that hubby and I were off for a night away of gambling it up at the Casino), and then picked my husband up at work. We were off to the border and headed for Albany, NY!

This morning, bright and early, we arrived at the breeders. The entire litter was fantastic. Full off life and spunk! Not a shy one in the bunch. I took “Middle” off to the side to do some “puppy aptitude” tests with her; she excelled at everything I threw at her! She was coming home with me for sure!

7 hours later we were back home, picking up the boys at my Mom’s. We were ready for the intro. I distracted her in the house while hubby followed a minute later with the puppy secured in his arms. It took her a few moments to realize there was even a puppy in his arms. There were tears, followed by the inevitable question “What is HIS name?”

I was sure the pink collar and leash hanging off her would have been clue enough - but apparently not - blinded by puppy love. My Mom had been begging for me to get a girl instead of a boy, so she was tickled when she learned her new “grand-dog” was a girl and not a boy.

Happy 7th Birthday Travis

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Early End

I am ending my boat adventure early. My back is hurting too badly to keep going for 3 more days. We were passing back through the Big Rideau so I was dropped at the car. Everyone else will continue on and I will pick everyone back up on the 11th.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Where Was I?

Kingston was fun, but nothing exciting to report. Except maybe on the delicious ice cream I got to eat. :)

We are heading back the way we came. Locking down now...much easier than locking up.

Indie and I got out at one of the lock stations because things were moving a little'd think they would have invented a faster way of moving boats through locks.

Indie wanted to give the locks a go. He would have been better except for the need for....thumbs.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Sleep is for Sissies

Apparently my assigned bunk on the boat is not well suited for my delicate frame, neither is the air mattress I tried last night. I try not to complain for long....the water is so beautiful.

We are headed to Kingston, and our route takes us through some 'narrow water'. It is so relaxing.

The locks are imposing from way down here. Good thing this boat is a rental.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Cast Off

My Aunt Chris made a delicious breakfast for us all, Nummy. Even Indie had some egg.

Orientation This boat is big. We were set off my 10am and we lost within minutes of leaving the dock. Sign are few and far between on the open water. Binoculars have been glued to someones face at all times. No worries, I am sure Kingston will be easy enough to find.

I have relinquished my Captain, and subsequent First Officer assignments in favour of being a deck hand. Ropes and locks are more my thing. That sounds much more exotic than I intended. I will assist the Captain when entering an exiting the Canal locks. I will do so with ropes.

Indie got comfy quick. He has taken on no official role. Slacker.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Boat Trip!

Apparently I have agreed to go on a boat trip with my family. Several members of my family in fact. All of us on a small boat for an eternit...a week. I have agreed to go on said adventure if Indie could join us.

So here we are. Home for a week

I am not really complaining. It will be fun. It is actually a recreation of a trip my uncle, aunt, husband and I took a few years ago. A cruise down the Rideau Canal in a houseboat. The trip this time is much more adventurous.

Tonight we sleep. Tomorrow we cruise.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

K9 Sports Fest, Day 1

Today is the inaugural day of K9 Sports Fest. A dream come to fruition for a local dog enthusiast who’s kick @$$ work ethic has pulled off an awesome event.

There are so many different dog sports here it is unbelievable!

Agility, Rally-Obedience, Flyball, Dock Diving, Disc, Herding, Barn Hunt, Brush Hunt, Canine Good Neighbour – OH MY!

The boys were in Rally this morning, and agility mid-day.

Both boys needed one more Novice Rally Q to earn their Rally Novice titles. Both boys excelled despite crazy terriers in the next ring hunting for rats, and also the sheep in the pen over. Travis earned 3rd place with a 193, and Indie earned first place with a perfect 200! Beautiful new title ribbons from the host club Maple Myst and new letters after both names....CRNMCL.

Over to agility where both boys were running in two jumpers, and Indie in the money steeplechase.

Indie’s run in steeplechase was one for the record books, but he turned and burned just a few obstacles from the end. Rather than fix the mistakes, I just let it go and celebrated a super fast effort.

More of the same for tomorrow.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Canada Cup Wrap Up

It wasn't the weekend (performance wise) that I hoped for. Our outdoor runs were  icky, because Indie was feeling icky. He did however kick @$$ running indoors on turf!

I don't normally play games, they stress me out. It likely stems from my inability to make decisions...I'd always rather run a numbered course.

Only the top four dogs (in a field of about 20) get placements in each Gambler and Snooker. With fingers crossed I waited for the results...

16" Snooker - 4th Place

16" Gamblers - 3rd Place

I couldn't be more proud of my little red dog....

Some kick @$$ photos of Indie jumping his heart out. :)