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Dogs ride the ups and downs with us. Real life Surf Dog Diaries

Meet writer dogs. Rider dogs. Best dog friends. Surf the couch, the www, or a wave. Wave back at us!

It's all about the ride. The ride of life with a dog.

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My velvet Elvis and me (Tia the you-can’t resist-me calico.). Photo (c) Barb Ayers DogDiary.org

I met Elvis at Cat House and he took me home. Based on a true story.

Guest Contributor June 24, 2023

Cats take over the dog blog, part 3

By Tia Ayers with Barb Ayers, Hood River, Oregon, 2018

In part 1 - Mod Squad of cats ‘n dogs – day in the life of Surf Dog Diaries by Kihei the cat.

In Part 2 – In the Beginning – the day Kihei the tabby was adopted.

The Magnificent Calico. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Me. Tia. Auntie. The Magnificent Calico. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

I am the Other Cat, the Other Woman.

Tia, the calico.

It’s about time you heard the other side of the surf dog story.

Here in the Columbia River Gorge, we live wild - cats and dogs, cougars and wolves, people and surfers.

I am an indoor kitty now. Large and round and soft and fuzzy, cozy and confident. Brightly colored, I stood out too much in the wild. Now, living inside, I’m no longer hiding and hungry.

I am the brains of - the cat in charge of - the Surf Dog Diaries.

Oh, but my bff - my Elvis!

Big and strong. Confident and steady. A little slow – after all, he is a basset hound.

No hurries – no worries. Eccentric about his bed - circling and circling, to get his body into position…. scratching and scratching, until it feels… just … right… before plopping down with a shuddering sigh.

Then, snuggling up to me. Cat nap time!

We’re kind twin-like. Agreed?

Our eyes met…. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Our eyes met…. oh, my Elvis! Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

He was and always will be, my very best friend. It wasn’t what I expected. After all, he is a dog. A surf dog, even! All that water and sand - so uncouth! But still…

I’ll never forget the moment we met. The door creaked open at the home for wayward souls. Elvis dragged himself slowly up the steps, and nosed right in.

A dog walks into a house full of 25 kitties. Like he was looking for something – some one – at Cat House.

Like it was no big deal that a dog drops by a house full of cats, to take a look around.

His person, the woman with long golden retriever hair, brought him in to pick from a house full of rescue kitties. To take one kitty home.

Those big, brown, basset eyes, outlined in black! Droopy eyes. Knowing eyes. Eyes, sweet and soft. Subtly confident. Not braggy. Open to the possibilities. Smiling eyes. We didn’t have a lot of smiling eyes at Cat House.

My velvet Elvis.

He had two inch legs. Funny what you notice.

That head was massive and so were his feet. A basset hound wading into a sea full of cats that could easily pounce him. Cats, big and small, wild and scaredy. Cats who lived in curtains and blankets and boxes, couches, crates and bath tubs. That was us - that was me. Cat House kid!

But it was weird that day. Like, all of a sudden, there was a new Us.

We wore the same colors– red, brown, black and white. We looked related –twins, if that’s even possible. A calico and a basset. Elvis and me.

Twins! Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Twins! Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Elvis was a windsurfing basset hound. Alpha of our surf dog family.

I was thinking... a windsurfer!?!? A windsurfing basset hound?… That just doesn’t pass the sniff test…

No self respecting cat would be caught on, or in, the water.

But – whatever! My twin was a dog.

Elvis was 70 pounds of solid muscle, bearing down on two inch legs.

Which I found out later, makes him an amazing athlete. Low and solid. Good balance.

Always up front on the nose of a paddle board, a windsurf board, a surfboard. With his person riding behind. Tall dogs fall off more than low dogs (shhhh… it’s a basset hound secret…)

And we’re not talking about easy surf dog days, on flat water that doesn’t move around. He rode the mighty Columbia River. We’re in Hood River, Oregon - the Windsurfing Capital of the World! Where the wind whips up from Mount Hood to the cliffs all around and the river moves so fast.

And the waves – yes the waves- right here on the river - crank up, high, overhead. I ran from them when I was a wild kitty.

Elvis and our mom, Barb Ayers, windsurf the Columbia River. Elvis’s basset brother is behind, on board. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Elvis and our mom, Barb Ayers, windsurf the Columbia River. Elvis’s basset brother is behind, on board. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Elvis had a big heart. He loved all animals, all people. All sunlight and rain and glowy sunsets over the Columbia Gorge with orange highlights along the craggy cliffs towering up above as he surfed by.

His little basset brother was blind and Elvis watched out for him, on the surfboard and the rest of life.

Elvis also adopted the little doxie - because he was young and Elvis was old. He wanted someone to carry on the surf dog family tradition.

Elvis loved all sports. July 4 and Christmas parades - streets lined with hundreds of kids, waving and laughing, as the surf dog float rolled by. Parades are a sport, right?

Elvis surfed on a board behind a ski boat, wearing a colorful vest. Big ‘ol basset hound ears normally dragging on the ground - flapping, happy. Flying circles in the breeze.

My surf dog family! L to R: Dude, mom Barb Ayers, Elvis, Doodle. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

My surf dog family! L to R: Dude, mom Barb Ayers, Elvis, Doodle. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

He rode waves on the ocean, at Dog Beach.

Elvis loved windsurfing with our person, and his little brothers, the blind dude named Dude and the wiener dog, Doodle.

What a weird pack - three dogs, all low, and the woman - all on one board!

Here, in the wild, where kite surfers and windsurfers and paddlers and salmon share water, and waves.

Elvis was a rock star. Maybe that’s what rock stars do… open us up and show us something we couldn’t figure out on our own.

Like writers do. Writer dogs. I’m a writer cat. I’m working on our life story here.

I heard that Elvis wasn’t Alpha when they lived in California. Must be all those fancy people and animals down there in the big city. We’re more down to Earth here in the country. He must have grown into his Elvis-ness after moving to Oregon.

I miss his old soul here on Earth down below. Only the doxie remains in our house, now that my Elvis has left the building. I also heard he had a cat before me. OMG.

Surf Dog Diaries - me on the right, 4th generation surf dog Doodle on the left. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Surf Dog Diaries - me on the right, 4th generation surf dog Doodle on the left. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

From the wild to Cat House. From Cat House to the home of surf dogs.

At Cat House, all 25 of us kitties lived in a full sized house *without a human.) The house was people sized - in a normal neighborhood, with normal people. Houses next door and kids and cars and yards and dogs and skateboards. Can you imagine a house full of felines, hanging out all day, inside, without human supervision? The things we might think or do? Talk about catty.

The first person I met at Cat House was the one that found me hiding in the forest. Coyotes were circling around - it wasn’t a good scene. I was too bright and colorful (translation: awesomely beautiful with lots of white.) It was hard to hide. But I was living like our ancestors - hunting for quail and flitty brown birds and an abundance of ground squirrels. Living under cliffs that light up with warm glowy warmth in the morning, and these super sized cliffs that made you feel small and kitten-like, down below and big ol’ cougar like at the same time.

Yep - me. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Yep - me. It’s no so bad - inside. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

The cat lady trapped me and brought me here to Cat House, and for while I was still wild and flighty.

She fed us, and paid our bills, but no human lived at Cat House. It was already full – four or five cats per room, depending on who got along and who staked out what furniture. Which, as you can imagine, was shredded.

The woman ran Cat House in her spare time when she wasn’t making house payments for homeless cats, so they could live in a real neighborhood, with real neighbors and try to assume a so-called real life. While we all waited around for a house of our very own.

Don’t all cats have human servants to buy their homes and pay their bills?

But back to Elvis.

He was handsome. And bold. Fearless. What self-respecting dog walks into a house of 25 cats – willingly?

He did. He didn’t turn and run away. He didn’t even look scared. Like a normal dog. He looked kind of stoned, really. And he just hauled that lug of a bod up that little tiny step, and made it look like some Gorge cliff climbing scene that was nearly impossible, what with short legs and gut and all, up onto the living room floor of Cat House, and dumping it all back down, with neck flaps and skankles and a sling of basset hound slobber flung with a sigh. It was spectacular! And tiring! It was SO manly. So hot (for a dog, of all things)!

I heard that Elvis lived with a cat before me – Kihei, back at Dog Beach in San Diego. It took that cat 13 seconds to pick out her new human at her California cattery.

It took Elvis about the same amount of time, or maybe less, here at Oregon Cat House. He walked in. Our eyes met. The house of 25 cats shrank to one. Guess who?

24 cats dematerialized.

Elvis presented himself. I picked him up and he took me home.

The new 3-dog-night. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

The new 3-dog-night. Left to right: Elvis, Dude, me. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

I am Tia, hear me roar. Did I mention that I’m beautiful?

There was no “fighting like cats and dogs.” That’s some media story.

It’s not like you have to choose if you’re a Cat Person or a Dog Person!

Tia selfie. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Tia selfie. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Cuz I’m both. And I tolerate humans.

I met ELvis at Cat House and he took me home.

The rest is surf dog history.

-  TO BE CONTINUED –

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Grandpa Ayers and Doodle Ayers on a recent visit.           Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Grandpa Ayers and Doodle Ayers on a recent visit.           Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Dear Grandpa, I love you - from your grand dog.

Barbara Ayers March 13, 2022

We're Family. I'm yours. You're mine.

My mom and you and me and Grandma and the kids and creatures roaming 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.

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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.

Thank you.

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 67 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!

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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.

Cutest couple ever. Of all time. Love you, Grandpa/dad, Grandma/mom.    Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org                                 

Cutest couple ever. Of all time. Love you, Grandpa/dad, Grandma/mom.    Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org                                 

 

Here was our family 16 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.

 

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

 

 

 

And then, 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.

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Good times.

Bad times.

The ride.

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?

Last month, here we are on the deck at the care place - playing cards. Or should I say, cheating?  My mom is shooting pictures - she's not that great at cards anyway.    Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Here we are on the deck at the care place - playing cards. Or should I say, cheating?  My mom is shooting pictures - she's not that great at cards anyway.    Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

My advice to grandma: don't over think it.

 Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

 Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Just deal with the cards you're dealt.

We're all working on that. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

 

Yeah!! That's it, grandma!!  GO girl!       

 

 

 

 

Now it's my turn.... 

Here's my best card shark look:

My best Card Shark look.                                           Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org          &n…

My best Card Shark look.                                           Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org           

Doodle, top dog, of the Ayers family card game.            Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Doodle, top dog, of the Ayers family card game.            Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Super Jack - the hand. How fitting!       Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Super Jack - the hand. How fitting!       Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

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.

 

 Grandpa Jack Ayers!

Who knows what lies ahead?

All that matters is today.

And love.

Any good dog could tell you that....

SuperJack!!!

 

 

With love from your grand dog - your dinky doxie BFF - your Pen Pal.....

Doodle Ayers

Surf Dog Diaries

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See those ripples? Jumping trout were here. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

See those ripples? Jumping trout were here. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

First day of spring. In spite of COVID.

Barbara Ayers March 28, 2021

Looking back on March 2020:

Funny. It still looks the same. Out front. In town. On the trail.

In our dinky dog town - Mosier, Oregon. Population 430.

Columbia River style.

Rock Creek pond. In Mosier’s from yard. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Rock Creek pond. In Mosier’s from yard. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

And the sky is still reflecting.

And the fish are starting to jump.

For joy.

And bugs.

And you only see a flitter -

but you hear the splash

and their ripples remain, long afterwards.

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org



And after the cold and grey

and challenge of winter.

They return again.

To lift us up.

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org


And we are reminded of what matters most.

On the winding trail ahead.

Behind.

This one.

This uncharted path.

And the ones we’ve walked for years.

Our old farmhouse, in the distance. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Our old farmhouse, in the distance. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org



And the layers.

Of lichen.

And light.

And life.

And in the distance…

our home.

Twin doxies. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Twin doxies. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

In spring, I get two dogs, for the price of one.

As my doxie and his shadow twin drag me along the trail.

And we’re not social distancing.

Doodle ‘n I. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Doodle ‘n I. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Nope. Not Doodle ‘n I.

We’re in it together.

As we humans reinvent the social norms -

of 6 feet away - or more.

And businesses are closed.

And we’re worried.

But I know we'll find each other.

I know we’ll invent new ways to show we care.

And new ways to care for each other. 

Social media - a whole new meaning.

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org



And PS, those huge rainbow trout in the pond right now are just spring crazy. Showing off.

Jumping for joy.

And bugs.


A great reminder.

Just when we’re getting all wrapped up in our human condition - Trout speaks up.

And makes us smile.

And just around the corner… sleep walking trees. And rusty dinosaurs.

Our home beach.

Our home beach, Rock Creek. Mosier, OR Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Our home beach, Rock Creek. Mosier, OR Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

And kiters.

Like trout. 

Just waking up.

Making up. Lost time. Free time. No time like this.

A couple brave kiters already out there. Getting big spring air.

Tiki Dude, Rusty the recycled toaster dog ‘n spring friends, in the yard.. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Tiki Dude, Rusty the recycled toaster dog ‘n spring friends, in the yard.. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

There is no place like home.

We’re stuck here, after all.

But are we really stuck?

'Tis spring.

Easter almost.

We'll come back from this.

We daffodils.

We trout.

We reflections.

We can be stronger. Closer. And farther away, all at the same time.

We are one.

FIRST PUBLISHED MARCH 2020

- Barb Ayers, Emergency Manager, Hood River County (on my day off from COVID response)

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