Junior is mesmerized by food and knows every food related sound — dogfood bag, bowls, water, the works. Can’t fool a dog!

Paul,

You are an easy subject, even in your most uncomfortable moments you are aware of the camera and perform! You know what it’s like — shoot for a long time and it becomes more intuitive and your observational and technical skills blend to make it far easier to produce decent images. Practice is the key.

Junior is a little too passionate about food. He just robbed Kim of her dinner while she ran outside for a second. He’s in the dog house now so to speak.

I like the Honda Fit. The only vehicle I can see in its place right now is a Fiat 500. I guess I am partial to little cars. Loved my 1970 VW Beetle and our 1970 VW Campmobile. The FIT and the Odyssey are sort of like a similar pair…

Dom,
Having a dealer close is comforting. And there is always the opportunity for a sudden and unexpected upgrade or purchase. So far I’ve avoided that. Have had my eye on a couple late 80s R90s though. Wouldn’t that be a cool addition to my riding tools?

Riding to work is a perfect excuse to put a scooter or motorcycle to use. I’m surprised more riders haven’t figured that out.

I feel I’m losing the battle for balance at the moment. Rough couple weeks but a fine glow in the sky right now as the sun heads for the horizon makes it all seem ok!

One day I was just thinking about dog food. We used to feed our dogs the same stuff. Every day I would take the bag of IAMs dog food and scoop some out into a dish for our dog(s). The same type of bag that we would always buy from the pet food store. Sometimes we would mix it up a bit and get the chicken, instead of the other flavours, but mostly it was chicken. Day in and day out, every day we would take that bag of dog food and scoop out some for our dogs. As soon as I would grab the dog food bag, it would crinkle with the paper noise and our dogs would come running over. I would make them sit, sometimes paw, they were so eager . . . they would wait patiently for me to scoop up the dog food and then it would make the tingling sound as it fell into the stainless steel dish. Soon I would place the bowl down on the floor and they would have to wait for my command before they could start eating. Every day it was the same. The same bag of dog food. They couldn’t wait to slurp it up and soon their bowls were empty of dog food.

bob: riding the wet coast

The Tyranny of Responsibility….I like that phrase, descriptive and encompassing and yet bearable with the right perspective….Junior’s of course.