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The Lights are on, but…

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the concept of “home.”

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Reynolds’ House, 1970s

I had a really chaotic childhood. I spent my years moving from place to place, relative to relative, making and then losing friends one after the other. I didn’t know where I would be from one year to the next. I don’t actually know how many different homes I have had in my life. It would be impossible to count, but I’ve just made a mental list of 30 places where I can remember living since I was four. There are probably at least ten more that I can’t remember before that. The concept of “home” to me has always been a tenuous one. Continue reading “The Lights are on, but…”

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♥ Little Brown One, How Do I Love Thee?

If I had known sooner how easily misconstrued this little term of endearment could be, I may not have chosen it for my dog but I used it once and it just stuck. Kahlúa’s little compared to my human girl, Zoë, who is 5’7″ and growing fast at 12 years of age. She’s certainly darker, too. Zoë is roughly the same colour as a wet napkin. Paler, actually.

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My girls

Naturally, one might infer that I call Zoë “The Big White One.” They’d be right – but in a multicultural city such as my native Vancouver, these are really not the safest of monikers. “The Little Brown One” is certainly not something I should utter in mixed company. So, for now, we reserve it for around the house, and not without hilarious results. One has to be more than just a little thick-skinned and P.C-resistant to live in my house. Irreverance is pretty much standard procedure around here.

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Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

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with our little chocolate lab ❤

You never know what you’re gonna get…

I’ve always been a dog lover. Sometime around the middle of August, 2013, I suddenly found myself obsessively thinking about adopting my first dog. I started combing the ads on the BC SPCA’s website and even went down a bunch of times after work to see who was waiting with big eyes inside the cages. I found that every time I called or went in, they only had dogs that were abused so they were not recommended for families with children. After several visits, a staff member took pity on me.

She said, “Listen, I happen to know that there is a litter of lab-mix puppies that are going to be going up for adoption soon. They are still too young to be adopted, but if you like, I can let you know when they are ready so you can come down and meet them. They are really cute, all different colours and sizes, a real odd mix of breeds.” I agreed to call her in a week’s time to learn more about the litter, but I forgot.

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