Hey, welcome to this blog on my Go Rogue Dog site. I don’t have any specific plans for what I’ll be posting here but I’ll try and be entertaining and not bore y’all with posts about ringworm and kennel cough, you can google up all those things. Also don’t ask me why your dog eats poop cuz I only have unfounded theories that your house is probably too clean and your dog is trying to balance out the flora in his/her gut or there are some emotional issues you’re not addressing, like who did you vote for in the last election? Your dog might be eating poop out disdain.

I thought it would be fun to go back in time and show you my first dog. I think it was the end of grade 4 that I begged and begged my parents for a dog and they hemmed and hawed, why I don’t know, they both came from farms with a full range of beasts, like they worried about shedding on the furniture…my mother vacuumed every friggin’ day, like there wasn’t a speck of dust in the house ever. So what’s some extra dog dander? Through the grapevine (that’s how things got around back then before Craigslist) someone who knew someone else had this 3 month old pupper they had to get rid of because of their hazardous toddler situation. Apparently the kid tried to drown the dog in the kiddie pool and the mom needed to make a choice as it was too late to pull out so she handed the dog over to us. I’m pretty sure as she visits her son in prison once a month, she regrets the decision but these are the paths we choose as we let fate lead the way.

Pupper in question was this black tiny floofy ploof of some sort named Ruff.  Oh, you might think he was one of the precious types of purse pups as he has a Pomeranian look, but no, this dog had the personality of Joe Pesci in Goodfellas. “You think that’s funny?” he seemed to always being saying before he would take a chunk out of your leg.

He had a high prey drive and would take off whenever he got the chance and cross the road and go into the apple orchards and try and hunt down the woodland rodents. Whatever for, I don’t know, we fed him Gainesburgers, top notch dog cuisine back in the day, add water to what looked like brown and orange Playdoh shards and make gravy. He lived like a king. We had him for only two years until one day he crossed the road and didn’t make it and his little body was found at the side of the road by the next door neighbour. “We really should get a fence,” my mother said, but we never did, and a few months later we got another puppy.  And yes, a fence would have come in handy but only because the next dog had a high hump drive and it was the seventies before Bob Barker got on our tail to spay and neuter our pets. What a crazy time.