Whippet Snippets

Dog Gone Exciting!

Ribsy was super excited tonight. Not only did a kind lady give him liver treats just for sitting, but he also found out that he will be joining her for lots of exciting walks soon. He can't wait for the first sesh!

Mystic's Twelve

Ribsy stopped by to see his whippet pals at the Whoop Up on Sunday and much to his surprise the group is losing no momentum even during the slothy summer days. He saw his usual pals Mani, Max, Millie, Nitro, Derby, Scott, Britt, Theo, his bro Louis, and two new whippets (to him anyway) - Casey and Sally. They were joined by a couple of boxers in the fray. It was a most pleasant Sunday morning.

Revolving rides

Ribsy got to ride around town for an evening in a Cutlass Ciera, while the camper was again nowhere to be found. Thanks to the fellow who wears the same clothes as Boy for lending the keys to his cool ride. The camper found its way back, and the Ciera went on its merry way.

Fox and the Hound

Ribsy had a playdate with his terrier x pal Fox on the weekend. He showed his appreciation for the landscaping by digging, pawing, running amuck and harassing the kitties in the cozy shingled cattery.

Then and Now

Ribsy's officially been with Boy and Girl for a whole year now.

At 3.5 months old, a day before he was brought to his home.

 

 

At 15.5 months old. Life isn't the same without dog hair as a condiment in this house.

Tender lovey moments excluded

Men with towels. Essential camping gear.

Laughing with Fizzio about the men with towels.

   

Getting the shakedown at Jordan River.

 

 

 

Stop! In the name of.....Bald Guy?

 

 

The rest of the camping trip, holing up at French Beach, can easily be summed up with one word. FOOD. Even the vegetarian in the crowd got some weenie action.

 

 

Sooner than you know it, Fizzio & Bald Guy were back on their merry ferry way to Vancouver. From Ribsy, Thanks for the the walks and for helping to look after me! The back of the camper was a lot more fun with you to keep me company.

Whippet in a coma

...or just a really weird sleeping habits? Once in a while Ribsy prefers the on-the-back, leg-pronated, gonad-exposed mouth-agape position. Is this a dog thing? A whippet thing? Or a Ribsy thing?

Doggy camping reviewed

A long delayed pictoral of Ribsy's camping weekend. Pictures at left are from French Beach Provincial Park. This park, by the way, didn't even make the top 50 list in a local book ranking the best dog walks on Southern Vancouver Island. "A travesty!" thought Ribsy. He can't wait to get back there to rip through the soft sand and dance daintily on the smooth pebbles. 4/5 ribs.

What next? thought Ribsy, catching a breather in the camper.

 

 

 

 

Port Renfrew! Best known for being the start (or end) of the West Coast Trail, the town was a big hit with Ribsy. With an expansive, empty, tidal-water filled beach just off the main strip by San Juan Bay, Ribsy had one thought on his mind: Let's RUNNNNNNNNNNN. Watch a clip here.

A couple of more pictures from Port Renfrew. Only Ribsy took up the sign's offer. Overall, a definite 5/5 ribs!!

 

 

Then it was off to surfers' paradise Sombrio Beach, part of the Juan de Fuca trail/provincial park. 2.5/5 ribs for Ribsy, due to the scary suspension bridge and the super muddy trail.

      

   

The next morning, Ribsy romped one last time along the shores of French Beach. He was a little more courageous than the previous day, since it was low tide and low tide's not as scary.

 

 

The route home featured an pit stop at the Sooke Potholes. Doggy-wise, he spotted a border collie enjoying the swimming hole with his human pack, but he's not so sure if dogs really are allowed there. If they are, this is a heavenly spot for the swimming canine crowd! 3/5 ribs for Ribsy.

      

 

The trip made one final jaunt out to East Sooke, and a delightful though eerie discovery of Silver Spray, a huge lifestyle community that was being developed and is now mired in red tape. The deserted cranes, the gates that lead nowhere, the empty structures - it's easy to imagine the ambition that went behind it, but it's hard to picture the beauty of this southwestern tip of Vancouver Island remaining intact and unspoiled - if and when it's finally completed.

Also makes for a nice motorcycle destination, as two Harleys and a Moto Guzzi found out. On the doggy scale, there wasn't much Ribsy could get in trouble with, other than potentially falling off the edge. But as one Grad '05 teenager nicely warned in spray paint, Ribsy proceeded with caution. 3.5 / 5 ribs for Ribsy.

     

It's knackering ranking all these doggy camp spots in one single weekend!!

Pupside down

Watching this short little movie clip simulating the effects of zero gravity makes Ribsy's svelte stomach churn with nervousness. Poor doggy!

FolkFeast

The Folkfest is back in town, and Ribsy's delighted that they still allow four legged creatures in for free. The aroma is irresistable. The festival grounds have the most interesting array of cultural delights. From momos to langos to boerers, there's something different for every pooch.

Today Ribsy enjoyed the bonus of Boy's friend cooking away on the world feast stage.

 

   

 

Despite being tethered to a chair, Ribsy managed to find a few morsels on the floor. If you look closely in the picture at left, you will see Ribsy's poky legs in the mirror.

 

 

 

 

Happy eaters at the 'fest.