Poor Harry

My mum’s a vegan. She’s turned my step-dad vegan and more recently his adorable collie-dog, Harry vegan as well.

I remember when she told me over the phone one day “Harry’s a vegan now.” She was thrilled. I thought about this for a moment, and wanted to say - “Well is Harry really a vegan? Or is he being forced into it? Like did you convince him to turn or was it like - eat vegetables and rice, or starve.” The ironic thing is, when I ask mum why she’s a vegan, (apart from the environmental impact) it’s mainly because she doesn’t like to be cruel to animals. 

No Distracting This Doggy

See this doggy? Look at the dedication and attention in his expression and posture. When I saw him on 96th st, looking up at his owner like a poised statue, I just had to take a pic. It's that kind of focus and attention I want possess when I'm learning new tricks. I think this dog could teach me a thing or two about concentration. Good on ya doggy!

Tody The Therapy Dog

I was really looking forward having a visit from Tody – the therapy dog. In fact it was going to be the highlight of my week!

Toby is a small dark hairy Daschund who gets so excited by you, he makes you believe that you must be the most amazing person in the world! He dishes out love generously and uses his entire body, to smother you with luscious licks from his eager little tongue. By the end of the visit you feel like a human Chupa Chup, that has been licked right down to the stick.

I’ve been hell bent on getting Ada a therapy dog ever since I noticed she likes it when a cat, dog or baby comes on the tv.
(A welcome distraction from her usual pissed off state.) It wasn’t until I found out Caribbean people are afraid of dogs, and Ada didn’t want any such visitors, that I realised this therapy dog was for me and no one else.

Is it selfish to want a little hairy sausage dog to come visit you on weekends? Even if it is under the guise that it’s helping your Aunt?

I’ve always wanted a dog, but I’m too transient to own one, plus I usually rent. (And the real reason is – I just can’t fathom picking up their warm poop from the ground when ever you take them for a walk.) So I would have to own an agoraphobic dog that didn’t poo, liked moving and could pass as a fish during house inspections.

Not likely. I think I’ll stick to my therapy dog.