Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Welcome to the YEAR OF THE DOG.

Nitro

Sometimes when I go running, I pass by the police dogs' office under the Cambie Street bridge. I admire these courageous dogs who protect all of us other dogs from crimes. Without them, the beaches and dog parks would be full of bone-stealing beagles and crackhead collies. The other day, a police dog named Nitro died in the line of duty. The entire city is mourning him, as it is not every day that such an acclaimed officer is lost on the job. My heart goes out to the other dogs in the police department, who will miss their fellow officer, but even more to Nitro's people partner Constable Howard Rutter.

“An overwhelming bond develops when the handler and the dog spend all their time together and rely on each other in very dangerous and risky work situations,” said Inspector Dean Robinson, in charge of the Emergency Response Team and the Dog Squad. “Cst. Rutter is devastated.”

new hobbies

Woof! I have not been posting much lately. I have been busy. I have a new sister, and at first, I spent a lot of time actively trying to ignore her. But then I got a new hobby. I am practicing to be a psychic.

I showed my skills to many peoples over the winter holidays. I can now beat an alarm clock by a minute. No matter what time a people sets the alarm clock to wake up, I will bark a minute earlier. It could be for a nap or to wake up in the morning. No matter what, I'll beat the alarm clock by a minute. Not bad, considering I can't even tell time.

Then I started making predictions. So far, I have predicted new jobs, new cars, new romances, vacations, new balls, and lost balls. Well, the last one wasn't so much a prediction, because I happened to see Bailey at the beach and knew he would lose my ball.

If you have any questions you would like to ask the psychic dog, drop them in my comments bin. My fee is two cookies per prediction.