Mid December in Vancouver BC and it’s only 5 °C. For the rest of Canada it’s balmy, almost warm. Calgary is -17 °C! and Toronto is -5 °C. For us in Vancouver, it’s cold. It’s just the same for Mr. B, a 4 years old Whippet. It’s cold and he feels it.
This is Mr. Mischief.
Mr. Mischief is a 9 years old bulldog mix (mostly bulldog), and he truly deserves that name.
I was walking along the winding Vancouver seawall with my dog, Dodoïte (pronounced: Dodo ïte) https://www.sritch.com/search/?s=dodo%C3%AFte. I heard barking and barking. I couldn’t see the dog or what it was barking at.
Like most people, I walk my dog several times a day around my neighborhood. Now and then we, me and my dog, like a change of scenery, so go to the Vancouver’s seawall. When the weather’s fine, we’re usually see at least one person cycling with their dog.
It was an early spring morning in Vancouver, with the air just warm enough to leave your jacket open or draped over the hips. I heard this woman repeatedly urging her dog to fetch the stick she had just thrown into the sea.
Imagine you’re at the park when this German Shepherd with a Frisbee in his mouth comes right up to you. He isn’t aggressive, but he really comes right up to you, almost touching you. It’s a dog park but you don’t know him.
I was walking with my dog Dodoïte https://www.sritch.com/dogs/dumb-corgi-look/ along the Vancouver seawall, near the entrance to Stanley Park, taking photos of dogs. I was surprised by the number of Chihuahuas there were. I’d expected quite a few, because the vast majority of the people in the West End live in apartments. About half of the dogs I saw were Chihuahuas.
Lately, I have noticed a lot of “Beware of the Dog” signs. Almost every house in the neighbourhood has one.
I walk the neighbourhood every day, four times a day and I bring my dog along the walks. I’m not sure that if it’s me or my dog that needs his walks so I have to go. After doing these four walks per day for a few years, I know every single dog in the neighbourhood. I know all the dogs that we get along with. I also know all the dogs we do not get along with. I also know where all the dogs live. I don’t know the people’s names, but I know their dog’s names.
Don’t mess around with Lisa, the Greyhound. She doesn’t look like one, but she can be fierce and extremely selfish. Greyhounds are supposed to be racers. Normally, they live in pens just across the Greyhound racing track.
Lisa, the Greyhound, was born in Tijuana, Mexico, just across from San Diego, California. She was a racing Greyhound until she injured her paw.
I was walking with my dog along the sea walk in Vancouver, and there it was: what looked like a Husky with this huge red reflector on his leash. This means that he has this huge reflector in his face for every walk.
