Down to the River...

Or Lake. Whichever.

Flashback

From wayyy back this august, when Gambit was 7 months! I think. Maybe. ... ish.

One in every crowd

A good friend of mine from undergrad just turned 30. We had a bunch of our friends crash in our condo, and I realized how much I miss being around not only these guys, but all the guys from my undergrad. I had a job interview for pretty much my dream job in my hometown, and another one for a pretty great job in NWT. Both would be awesome (though I would vastly prefer the one in my hometown).  I'm ready to settle down, grow some roots and start life. 

30th Birthday celebratory Hendriks and Tonic, with cucumber - because not ALL of my life revolves around my dog. just like, 70%. apparently. Or so this blog would have you think. I swear I have a life. I do stuff. I read. Ok, that's probably obvious too. But I leave the house!

Window Height is a big deal

It's cool though, my dog can be a problem solver. Just don't tell my mom how he problem solves, and it'll be fine. I mean, she's totally cool with his furniture re-arranging. Mostly. Probably. For sure.

Field to Ring

So I don't talk about it much, because it's not really that big a part of my life, but my Barbet is shown in Conformation. He's only been in 3 shows, and is doing pretty well!

At any rate, my dog goes from this:

To:

and this:

(above, is when a dog is stacked. Gambit hasn't been, the brown one has. To give you an idea, the day before, the brown dog took breed, the day above, Gambit beat the brown for BOO, and the day after, a female took breed!)


I love my dog, win lose or draw.

What's Past is Prologue

Then:

Now:

I don't even care if I am that person.

Ocho Candelas

It's not a secret I love Christmas and Hanukkah. I also see no reason why I can't have both!

Walk the Earth

I miss my dog.

I'm in Waterloo house-sitting for mom. My boyfriend decided he couldn't emotionally handle (no seriously) being away from his baby (no seriously) for 2 weeks, so he has him in Toronto this week, and I'll have him here next week.  I've not determined I'm that person. Maybe it's because usually when I'm here alone, Gambit's here. We go to the river, meet up with his siblings and generally have a good time.

Now, all I have are mom's cats. While I love them dearly, it's just not the same.

Dog Days of Fall

Gambino

Sometimes, I wonder what's wrong with my dog. Sometimes, I also wonder what he's thinking. He's pretty shaggy, and I'm pretty sure he thinks he's a human (no really, not in the crazy way that like "oh he's my baby" but in the way I'm fairly sure he thinks we're idiots. Maybe not a human. Maybe just a cat) like in the picture below.

Why doe he need a pillow? We don't GIVE him the pillow, he'll steal it off my roommates bed. And then drag it to where he wants it. And then steal the other pillow off the bed and put it on top of the first pillow. That... is totally normal. Right Please?

Then there's this one. First Gambit decided he had to take the bottom part of his bed out. Then I'm... fairly sure the Tigger toy kicked him out of his bed, but I'm unsure how it managed to take Gambit on and win. I picture it as some sort of a death match, but that's just me.

I'm unemployed guys. This stuff keeps me up at night.

A lot of time at the River

I'm taking advantage of the fact that I'm right on a river, with a lovely trail, and a 5 month old puppy who's SUCH a good boy off leash!

You would almost think it's different dogs...

Water Dog in Water:


Water Dog on Land:

Then, and now.

Then:



Now: