Beach Day

It’s been a few weeks since we’ve been able to get out to the beach for Kaylee to swim – between the madness of a new puppy and some less-than-stellar weekend weather, we’ve been kind of home bound (much to Kaylee’s disappointment). So we decided that Mav needed to experience his first beach day, and we packed us all into the Escape and hit the road.

There are a lot of spots to go swimming closer to us than Queensland Beach. But Kaylee loves the car, and it’s a nice drive, and we know if Queensland is too busy we can try Cleveland or Mystery Beach or any of the other little unnamed patches of sand along the Atlantic Ocean, so we have been favouring Queensland this summer. The other nice thing is that we’re actually swimming in Queensland Lake (not the salt water beach itself) which is fresh water and much quieter – and we’re much less likely to bother anyone.

My happy place!

When we arrived it was a typically quiet Sunday morning (not a lot of beach goers at 8:30 am on the last weekend before school!) so we pulled up to our favourite spot and let Kaylee go. As usual, she was bouncing around in the water in seconds, begging us to throw a toy and diving in the water with abandon. She’s never happier than at the beach.

Maverick was a little hesitant about the water… he desperately wanted to follow Kaylee in, but there’s a pretty steep drop off at Queensland Lake, just a few feet in… so Mav would wade in up to about mid-leg and then decide that was far enough.

Come closer so I can chew on you!

And then suddenly, he got the courage to jump. And immediately regretted it.

Oh h*ck.

I missed the moment of truth – neither of us were expecting him to suddenly decide to go swimming! – but I did capture the aftermath.


After that Mav contented himself with running along the shore chasing after Kaylee… he did dip his paws a few more times, but we may not have a second water dog on our hands. I have a feeling by next spring he’ll be more inclined to try again.

Kaylee, meanwhile… well…

Wet dog = happy dog!

We stayed about an hour and then headed out… Kaylee was unimpressed to be leaving but our old girl isn’t very good at self-regulating and will swim until she collapses.

I am the saddest dog ever.

So what was Mav’s final verdict on the beach?


Jury’s still out… Kaylee says a repeat trip (or ten) may be necessary. Seems legit.








Brave Puppy is Brave

Not much phases this guy… but the whole world is new and what’s this crazy thing that makes noise and blows air and it’s equally poke-y sidekick?!

(When you have a puppy they basically never leave your sight… which is how you end up drying your hair in the living room. Or more accurately, trying to dry your hair while the puppy chews on your arms, bites the brush and barks at the hairdryer like it’s a satanic demon spawn. Sigh.)

Welcome Home, Maverick

As you probably guessed from our last post, Maverick is our new addition to the family!

Look how adorable I am! And also bad. Just to be clear, I am very, very bad.

After we lost Guinness, we knew it wouldn’t be long before we wanted to be a two-dog household again. Kaylee was so lonely that it broke my heart, and, for my ¬†husband, a house just isn’t a home without a German Shepherd. So we started putting feelers out and doing our research. And man, it was NOT easy to find the right fit.

I’m very serious. Serious about chewing on your legs.

Our first instinct was to rescue, so we met a few rescue dogs and enquired about others, and we just couldn’t find what we needed for our family. When we adopted Guinness he came pre-loaded with some “issues” – things we were able to work on with him with relative ease and minimal risk because it was just the three of us. But now, we have Kaylee – who is always our first priority – and we have lots of friends with small kids and other dogs, so we knew we needed to be particular about what kind of dog came home. There are some tremendous dogs in rescue and I absolutely suggest you go that route if you can (after all, I’ve been volunteering with Litters ‘n Critters Animal Rescue for five years, and rescue dogs need love too!) but we wanted a working line GSD and that was going to be a very, very long wait if we could find one at all.

Aaaaah… peace… for like 30 seconds at a time..

So, we started researching… and researching… and researching… and finally reached out to a few breeders to make enquiries. It started to feel like a bad Goldilocks parody; this dog is too high drive, this dog is too far away, this dog isn’t available until next year…. and so on. But finally we found a breeder we were comfortable with, who had our next family member… well, had the potential!

Potential for crazy puppy!

Once we put down our deposit we waited for the breeding… and then patiently for puppies… only to discover that there was one all-black male in the litter and we were second-choice.


And then fate intervened, and the first-choice family decided to wait for another litter, so we scooped him up!

Maverick made his way down from Wild Winds German Shepherds in Arthur, Ontario on July 30, at just over eight weeks old. Life has been a whirlwind ever since!

I’m so tired.

Considering buying stock in both these companies.


I’m not dead….

… but I am exhausted, overwhelmed and full of tiny holes!

This summer has been a busy one – we’ve been to the beach a bunch, Kaylee has become an Ambassadog (more on that later) and we’ve been here and there and everywhere. None of that is all that unusual, but one thing has definitely kept us busier than usual …


Surprise! New post on our new addition coming soon… I promise… as soon as I can find a few moments without a puppy attached to my ankles…