The day I almost starved.

My sure-fired equilibrium being off kilter due to lack of fuel was just the first of it! Water on the right, mix of protein & carbs on the left. I could see it. But somehow a stone wall of laundry baskets were glue gunned to the floor. Had the Mrs. finally lost all her faculties ? I was beginning to construct the evidence. My hypothesis was a "Hell Yeah!". Holy dirty underwear, who does laundry, folds it and then glue guns the tubs to the imported Italian Giovanni Carsponi granite. Dad will probably jump off the roof head first onto the frozen twisted Canadian asphalt. You wince? You cry,
"Brodan you're raving mad!"
As the first signs of sun light peaked through the window, I assure you, I tell the tormented twisted truth! You ask, "Brodan, you are the most powerful muscular canine in the Western Hemisphere, why not just nudge the laundry baskets out of the way?" THEY WERE GLUE-GUNNED TO THE FLOOR, you fools! This wasn't scotch two way tape you dam malignant door stops! I should have seen this coming. The Mrs. how she would sit and watch her soap-operas clutching that glue gun. Not always loaded and not always plugged in. Glue Gun parties were held. Seventeen of them in a perfect circle glue gunning Styrofoam and over-size envelopes. Together! For no apparent reason. She was looney tunes!
How I was still vertical on all fours was a feat of pure persistence. I spoke to myself, "Brodan you must stay strong. Focus. Concentrate. Food. Food. Food. My last intake was a barbeque hot dog nearly ten hours ago.  Before that two treats, a cookie, a slice of old cheese. I don't eat the mild stuff, gives me gas.
Then by a miracle the boy child came down the stairs and with his Popeye forearms cracked the seal. I WAS SAVED!

A Special post for Jo-Anne

Dear Jo-Anne, a very special thank you for the Christmas present and card. Brodan is doing well. As you can probably notice in his pictures he is showing more gray especially around the muzzle. He has very tremendously healthy and even at his age of ten & 3/4 , his energy level is truly remarkable. Yesterday, my wife & I watch on the "Animal Planet" the program called "Pitbulls & Parolees". If there is one breed of dog that is misunderstood as well as mistreated it would be the Pitbull. Brodan, Heather & I wish you a very happy Christmas and safe holiday, Jamie.

Standing Ovation on Opening Night

The Madawaska Players presents "The Man, the Dog & the Frying Pan".  The main roles played by the former King of Cribbage of the Madawaska and Brodan opened to a standing ovation to a somewhat disappointing turn out. Lost in northern Ontario and scavenging for food & shelter, a cast iron frying pan is found. As they soon discover its just not any ordinary frying pan but a magical frying pan. The frying pan when held over one particular rock, comes to a sizzling life. Hunger is answered with pancakes, eggs, bacon and dog biscuits. Man & his dog are bewildered when their pockets are filled with gold coins & Becker's Milk coupons. Only by the Stars and the Sun as a compass, the Man & his Dog set out for Combermere. 

 

The play has a spectacular unexpected ending as Combermere isn't their final destination. Brodan the Wonderdog's performance is riveting! He steals the show and at times his performance makes the King of Cribbage of the Madawaska's performance second rate. Nevertheless, a performance you must see.

Beautiful Crisp Morning

Early morning walk Sunday November 16th 2014 along the Madawaska River.

Can your dog stack wood?

Captured this moment yesterday. Almost always Brodan will rest in his bed (bottom right corner of picture). I can only deduct one of two things made him get up in move. First there is something furry outside and he needed a better angle to keep an eye on. Second and probably closer to the correct answer he just needed that little extra warmth. Notice his water bowl. When he gets too warm by the fire : B-Man will have a little drink to stay hydrated. Today I'm teaching him how to chop wood and stack.

That's the Meal Ticket

The rule during meal time is Brodan must lay down and not be within proximity of the dinner table. So he has decided to try to out fox us. Beneath the kitchen sink of course is where we scrape the dishes into the compost green bin. As you can see B-Man is garburator ready. What's better he's not looking at us so he's one hundred percent innocent. Hey Guys i'm laying down like you told me. Further below, Meal Ticket B-Man then gets his ears scratched by Mom afterwards.

Garburator ready

Scratch My Ear Mom

Brodan & the Kayak.

 He's loyal.
Perhaps B-Man thought i was taking another mode of transportation back to Barrie and didn't want to be left behind?
Brodan followed me down the shoreline for several hundred meters. In the bottom picture Brodan instructs H how to get the maximum efficiency out of each paddle stroke. She had no idea she was dong it wrong. Thanks Brodan.
On a side note the very highest level I have seen the Madawaska River in 28 years.

He's Still Got It !

Brodan Goes for a drink on Mother's Day

Thank God for Windows

High Alert

Its mid afternoon. Something, or something has, or something is about to happen, but what. The intensity in B-Man's crouch reveals there is more than a black squirrel or a cat in our back yard. My guess is the wild hare is back prancing along the fence line.

Its possibly there is clown grading cheese in the corner of the lot, but highly unlikely.
Its possible the neighbour behind us has found Brodan's two frisbees from winter play and has set them a blaze with a propane torch.

But not likely.

The High Alert watch last three to four minutes and then life returns to normal.

Never had a Bite.

Oh boy. Big deal a roonie. A birthday cake for me. Did i get any? Not that i'm hard done by. I did get steak on my birthday dinner.

They say it its your Birthday ; Happy Birthday to YOU.

Guess who turns 10 tomorrow?
Brodan says thanks Joanne for the birthday card :)))))

The Big Rink

ok, I'm ready put my skates on

Strollin' with Brodan

he's got TREATs in that bag. big treats.

Feb 27th 2014 entry (a typical winter morning)

Feb.27th Blog entry from Brodan.
its 7am no one is up yet. very strange. Dad must have slept in. speak of my master there he is, just in time to let me out in -20 C temp to have my morning ritual dump. You stand there by the sliding door & smile as I sprint out. Shit. Sprint in again.  You trying shitting in an outhouse in minus double digits.
Dad now asks me if I want my breakfast? WTFudge, I just took a shit in -20C. Do you think I feel like eating right now? He scoops my breakfast anyway. I'll eat it later when Mom gets up.
He pours his coffee. Takes a sip, while I'm still thawing out from cranking out #2 in Antarctic conditions. Now we're back up stairs in front of the computer while he checks my FB page. I settled back down in my bed. He covers me up again. I watch for morning walkers. Less than a week and I get to see Justine again. Taht's going to be fun. :) B-Man signing off.

On the Catwalk with B-Man [fashion review on full length red winter coat]

front of the jacket, ok i see it, so?

oh boy, back of the red jacket, cue me when i'm suppose to make an impressive noise

finally the dazzling Milan twirl, really? snapping turtles & lawn darts!