Today is the NW Cherry Festival parade. Here’s a doxie- eye- view of small town America from a prior year. Cowabunga, dude!Read More
We're Family. I'm yours. You're mine.
My mom and you and me and Grandma and Uncle Jerry and his wife and dogs and kids and the creatures in our backyards.
I look up to you, Grandpa. We all do.
You taught us how to live - you gave us our last name - Ayers.
You showed us all how to rock and roll and ride through life.
Even now, that you don't feel so well.
It's Grandpa Grrrrrrrr time!!!!
Whether you're having a good day or bad - nothing perks us all up, like a good grrrrrr.
Grandpa, you understand, without words, just what I need.
You get my priorities! First project upon visiting: creating total mayhem.
When it comes to play time - you can really last all day! No one is as patient as you, grandpa.
And you get my 2nd priority after play time: toy box inventory.
You're a rad dad.
You taught your girl to be a rad mom. My mom.
Here you and my mom are, camping and riding bikes in the desert. I love camping!
You taught us all, the whole family, the love of play time, love of nature, love of life.
And you've had the same grrrr friend for 64 years. Grandma Ayers. That's awesome. She's a lucky gal.
Here you are, horsing around on an anniversary, acting like kids. Yeah! That's the stuff!
I try to give back, Grandpa.
Here, I'm helping you with a brake job. On thanksgiving day. When I'd REALLY rather eat turkey.
What I wouldn't give for a good brake job right now. With turkey and mashers. I miss you. We live too far away...
For you, I jump into a carry-on bag, Grandpa.
Put up with all that airplane travel... just for you.
And do my carry-on bag dog thing.
You're totally worth it, Grandpa.
Because at the end of the bag - is your lap.
I can't imagine a day without you in it, Grandpa.
I love you, big guy. We all do.
Here was our family 14 years ago, on your 50th wedding anniversary.
I wasn't even born yet, but my fellow grandkids made the picture. And mom's on the left, the one that writes Surf Dog Diaries with me.
And then this spring, life changed.
We came back. I did the carry on bag thing. But it wasn't a happy visit - we came to see you in the hospital.
I did my best Therapy Dog thing. So did the rest of the family.
We tried to help you get your memory back after the stroke. By looking at old photos.
The ups and downs of life.
Whatever life brings, we're in it together.
When you were sick, we were trying to act normal. So, we went out on the deck and had a little fun.
We were cheating at cards. You know, like the famous painting?
My advice to grandma: don't over think it.
Just deal with the cards you're dealt.
We're all working on that.
Yeah!! That's it, grandma!! GO girl!
Now it's my turn....
Here's my best card shark look:
Woo hoooo! I'm top dog in the Ayers family card game!
Here's my winning hand, grandpa. Can you believe it?
I call it "Super Jack."
Cuz that's your name.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, Grandpa Jack Ayers!
Who knows what lies ahead?
All that matters is today.
Any good dog could tell you that....
With love from your grand dog - your dinky doxie BFF - your Pen Pal.....
Surf Dog Diaries
This is Klaus, my big brown friend.
This is his signature Zen brown dog deep thoughts by Klaus pose.
I love Klaus. He's a big, brown happy-go-lucky guy. With a big dog smile and a big warm heart- always happy to see you on the trail.
But Klaus is really getting old. His coat is changing from brown to yellow. I'm really worried about him. He can't do all the things he loves to do anymore.
That's the only thing I don't like about being a dog. The 7:1 dog rule. Every year, dogs get seven years older. Who made up that stupid rule? Can we please change it?
Big and brown. Size, shape and color
When Klaus' mom Carole adopted him as a puppy at the shelter, the sign said he was good with cats and would grow up to be a medium size brown dog. So they took him home -medium was just right.
But.... turns out, he takes up the entire back seat!! You have to fold down BOTH seats to make him fit! He is Huge. Not even a little bit medium.
Not that size matters. Except when it comes to heart.
Color matters - in a thank God we're not all the same kind of way. All of my friends have color.
Speaking of not being dull... Klaus has a sister - Eloise - she is headstrong. In a good way. She just can't stand being on a leash.
That just could be the new definition of headstrong. I'd call my mom headstrong and she doesn't wear a leash either.
Meanwhile, Klaus is always so Chill.
The friends we make - the crap that happens....
Klaus and I love walking our favorite trail in our home town, Mosier, OR in the Columbia River Gorge. The most amazing place on Earth.
Right next to that spot where, a year and a half ago, the oil train derailed.
Point is, crap happens.
We're on the journey together. The ups and downs. The ride of life. Not every moment is perfect.
I am having surgery this week. They are removing a tumor from my head. I'll be in a cone of shame for several weeks. So, you may not see much of me for a while. I'll do my best to write and tell you how it's going, but mom is a total wreck. Even though she's headstrong.
We had a rough vet year last year, after losing my two old dog bros within months of each other. I'm only 6.5 (45 in dog years) - it's not time for me to fall apart just yet. I was hoping to avoid the vet and old age altogether.
Whatever it is - we face it together.
Thanks for being there.