Sunday, March 18, 2018

Pawty and Pressies

Hey der again everyone, it be me Keltic again.  Mums said I could write an tell you about my pawty.

Mums surprised us and had in vited some of our fur friends, Jasmine and Fannie.  Not so sure I liked that as I had to share my pupcakes but we still has some left so I guess it was okay. We had to sit for the silly pictures again. I nearly jumped on the table when Mums moved the pupcakes to take the plastic off, I thoughted she wasn't going to give us any.

Mums gaved us each one of  da big pupcakes.  I had to be a good host and I got my pupcake last.  I still ated mine faster than all de others so there's no picture of me eating my cake.



After we wented outside for a bit, I gots to open my pressies.  I gots a red dragon toy, some food toys dat Mums says I has to share with Beckett, some treats and a new collar. 

We each got to try da treats but we hasn't tried da food toys yet. Mums says we will get to try dem at supper tonight. I had a good pawty. I wish we could hab more birdays.

Thanks to everyone for all da birday wishes.

Saturday, March 17, 2018

I Be Six!

Hey dere everyone, it me, Keltic. Today it my birdday and I be six! Mums said I could writted the blog post.  It also be St Patrick's Day, I dunno know who dat Patrick guy is but it is kind fun dat he shares my birdday.

Mums made pupcakes last night. She letted me and Beckett have a little one to try.  Today she putted icing on dem but she wouldn't let us hab any more. I tried to get some off a da counter but I is not tall enough.

Ready for the Pawty

She says we is going to have a pawty later and den we can hab another one, maybe eben one of da big ones.  I bet we has to take silly pictures afore we gets our pupcake.

Here is da silly pictures of me at all of my birddays

First Birthday

Second Birthday
Third Birthday
Fourth Birthday
Fifth Birthday
 I dunno if I can waited much longer for my pupcakes and pressies but Mums says it won't be too much longer. So long for now, I'll show you my pressies and pawty photos later.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Luck of the Irish

Well, we ran our second agility trial of 2018 this past weekend. I only went one day as it is a little over an hour from my place. My Achilles tendon held up really well, for the first time in nearly a year I didn't wear the ankle support; it's a little sore today but not bad at all.

Beckett ran really well, we had a beautiful snooker Q for our first run. Beckett got 52 points with a complete closing in 54.46 seconds. You only have 55 seconds to accumulate points. Beckett as a mini veteran dog needs 34 points in that time to get a qualifying score. I think this was one of the highest scoring runs. In his next run, I walked the course correctly but when we came to the close I put Beckett over the wrong side of obstacle 4b.

I had him on my right side going over 4a; I'm not sure what I was thinking but at that instant I thought he was on the wrong side and I did a front cross and put him over 4b in the wrong direction. We needed to complete obstacle 5, the teeter to Q,  so no Q for Beckett on this run. It was such a shame as he was running so well.

Beckett's third and final run was a Jumpers and he was smoking.  I mistakenly said it was the fastest time for the event; it was only the second fastest.  Beckett ran the course in 31.40 but an Australian Shepherd ran a little faster it in 30.94.

Keltic had four runs. First up was Masters Gamblers, we had a not bad opening with 31 points but Keltic wouldn't go out to the tunnel in the gamble so no Q.  Next up he had Masters Jumpers, the course layout was the same as Beckett's but numbered differently. In Keltic's course I had to get him over the jump numbered 7 to the backside of the jump numbered 16; well, with the angle he was on, Keltic took off for the tunnel in the corner and there was no way he wasn't going to do that tunnel. Well, I guess that's one way to get the backside of the jump. Keltic's next run was an Advanced Standard, he needed two Q's to get his Advanced Agility Dog title. It was not too be, he ran well in the first Advanced but got a refusal on the table and on the weaves.  We had a little break while the Starters ran their course before Keltic's last event so I took the opportunity to get a picture of the boys at the photo spot.  Absolute Agility puts up a really nice photo booth with signs you can use to describe your weekend trial. They have just started doing seasonal photo booths. Last time we were there is was a New Year's theme, this time was St Patrick's Day.

Well, I think the Luck of the Irish helped us out.  Keltic's next run started with the tire, to the frame and then a tunnel. I don't like to do this but I told myself if he wasn't driving forward I would sit him and send to the weaves. 

Well, he did exactly that curled in towards me and was leaping a bit at me; I probably hesitated since I had the plan in my head, anyway I did what I had planned, sat him down and sent him on to the weaves and he got the entry. We had to start the weaves two more times to get them. This time he didn't refuse the table. I had walked the course using a threadle arm to get him from jump 11 to tunnel 12. I very nearly overdid it, he got the tunnel but I nearly put him past the entrance. The last hurdle so to speak was the dog walk contact but he was a good boy and stayed on the dog walk until he hit the yellow and I released him. Our course time was 70.87 and I didn't know what the standard course time was so even though I knew we had no faults I still didn't know whether we had Q'd.  I checked at the gate and Keltic's height class had 75 seconds so we did Q. I went and got a Q ribbon as this was Keltic's first Q in over a year.

I guess it doesn't hurt to have some help from the leprechauns. I sure hope we don't have to wait until next St Patrick's day for his third Advanced Standard Q.

Perhaps a birthday present for me and for Keltic!

Thursday, March 8, 2018

Thoughtful Thursday - Tributes

I have tributes to my furkids that have passed over to the Bridge on a web site called In Memory of Pets and links to their tributes are on my blog page. About a month ago, I tried the links and they did not work. I was upset at the loss as those words, written in a time of grief, were a powerful memory for me and I hadn't thought to save what I had written anywhere else.  Well, today I tried  one of the links again and it still didn't work but it brought me to a newly designed web site and I was able to find my tributes to Duffy, Gryffon, Ceilidh and Tucker.

So in order not to lose them once again, I'll copy them here.


May 25 1988 ----- February 10 2000

I miss you Duffy.
From the first time I saw you
you were mine.
We had so many good times.
You were the most friendly beautiful soul I've ever met.
Trusting and loving
you were the most faithful of friends and my best friend.
I wanted to be with you at the end
but you picked your own time to go.
Gryffon misses you too.


November 22 1994 ----- August 23 2002

My buddy, my friend.
So shy, most people didn’t know the real you.
Boundless energy,
you were always ready to play! 
Boundless love, 
you were always ready for a cuddle or to
give me a big hug!
Gone from my life, 
you’ll never be gone from my heart! 
I miss you and Tucker misses you too.
Love forever,
Kelbren Ceilidh Everlasting

January 21 2003  ----- 26 May 2010

My little princess
Spin, dance, prance,
Your joy for life was ever present.
Quiet with your affection,
I always knew you were my girl.
Loud in your opinion,
It always seemed I let you have your way.
I miss your beautiful tail, sparkling eyes, and happy smile,
You were such a beautiful girl.
I miss your exuberant greetings,
Our home is so quiet without you.
Although it hurt deeply to let you go,
I knew it was the right thing for you.
My wonderful, crazy Ceilidh,
You’ll be Everlasting in my Heart.


Momma, Tucker and Beckett


October 31 2000  ----- August 23 2012

My Steadfast little man,
so loyal and true,
these are just a few words that describe you,
Thoughtful and wise,
I’ll never forget your soulful eyes.
Cool and brave,
It was your best effort that you always gave.
Trusting and smart,
even though we’re now apart,
You’ll be forever in my heart.

Miss you so much Boo!! 

Momma, Beckett and Keltic

Monday, February 19, 2018

This is Me - The Early Years

So recently I was reading a story that my mother had written about her life, her cousin who has a keen interest in the family genealogy had posted it to FaceBook; it got me thinking that I should record a little about my life. Maybe no one will care to read it but that really isn't the point, I just want to have my story out there.

I am the oldest child of Daniel Hugh Stewart and Theresa Anne Pineau. My father was born in Winnipeg, Manitoba but was raised in New Brunswick. My mother was born in Bloomfield, Prince Edward Island but she was raised in Halifax, Nova Scotia.  They met and married in Halifax. My dad was in the Royal Canadian Air Force and was posted to Beaverbank, Nova Scotia at the time. My mum was an elementary school teacher.

This picture is taken on their wedding day. With them, is my dad's mother, Helen (Templeton) Stewart and my mother's parents Edmund and Louise (Arsenault) Pineau.

I was born on my grandmother Stewart's birthday so I was named Helen-Marie for her and for my Aunt Helen. My parents and a few relatives always called me Helen-Marie but to most people I am just Helen.  For my first year, we lived in an apartment building in a basement apartment that was close to where my grandparents Pineau lived.  Later on when I lived in Halifax while going to university I used to walk by that apartment building and often had the urge to look in the window; that's one thing about a military life, there's really no one place to call home.

I think this picture of me with my bunny Hoppy was taken in that little apartment.  Living close to family meant there were cousins and aunts and uncles, some of mine were hardly older than me. This my first birthday, on the left are two of my cousins and on the right are my youngest  aunt and uncle.

But being military meant being posted and soon my dad was posted to Gander, Newfoundland.  I don't recall anything about that move. My only memories of Newfoundland aren't mine but my mother's.  She told me that, I was Daddy's little girl and one evening he was heading back to base to run the projector at the movie theatre and I took off after him. My mum didn't notice as she was busy with the baby. Some time later, a couple knocked at the door, they had found me nearly at the highway that led to the base and were going house to house to find if anyone knew who I was.  My mum said she was surprised I knew how to get to the base but maybe it was just luck, as I was only about three or four.

While we were in Newfoundland, my parents added two more children to the family, my brother Douglas and my sister Annette.

It wasn't long after Annette was born that dad was posted again; this time to a radar station in Ontario called Foymount.  I don't recall this move either.  I do know that dad took the ferry and drove the car back from Newfoundland while mum flew with the three of us little ones to Halifax.  She said that the airline attendants weren't all that helpful but luckily an older couple on the plane helped her out with us.

Foymount is really the first place that I have any memories of and those almost seem like figments of my imagination.  Do I really remember that or am I making it up in my head having been told the stories by my parents many a time. We lived in an apartment that had a balcony with wood or concrete pillars. Mum used to go visit to the neigbours taking Annette or the other little ones with her and locking the apartment while Doug and I were playing outside. She did this so we would come to the neighbours' apartment if we needed anything; often she would leave the balcony doors open, probably because there was no air conditioning. But little did she know I could climb the pillars and up over the balcony rail. I also remember there was a open book case at the entry of the apartment both Doug and I could climb that right up to the ceiling, just like little monkeys. And I remember there was a rail fence behind our apartment with a field that had a big rock in it. We liked to go sit on that rock but we had to be careful as we were afraid of the cows that were in the field sometimes.

Foymount is closed now but some of the buildings still remain.  Check out the link above and you'll see some of the apartment buildings are still there. I have no idea which one we lived in.

Another story that I really don't recall but my mother told it a number of times was once we decided to show some of our friends our church.  Radar stations were little communities with a school, a store, recreation facilities and churches for the military families. So off we went, Doug, Annette and I with our two little friends to visit with God. Many communities in those days left the church unlocked and in we went. Well, what do you think happened with five children, the oldest only six years old, we got into mischief.  Nothing really serious, a few Christmas ornaments got broken, some hymn books strewn on the floor and water from the fire extinguisher sprayed on the floor.  But boy did we ever get it, the one and only time dad actually spanked us.  I didn't know it until many years later but dad and the other father actually got charged and fined $15. Doesn't sound like much now but it probably was a lot of money back then.

My mother's parents and her youngest siblings visited us when we were in Foymount.

While in Foymount, two more sisters were added to our now not so little family, Karen and Juanita.  I started kindergarten in Foymount but only for a little more than a month as dad was posted again to Alsask, Saskatchewan.  Juanita was just an infant.  In those days, kids didn't need to be in a car seat, seat belts were probably an option in many cars. Dad made a bed for us all in the back of the station wagon and then took the buggy part of the baby stroller and put it behind the front seat. The plan was to have Juanita in the buggy and all the rest of us in the back. Karen didn't think much of that though and tried to get to Mum. They ended up travelling with Juanita in the front seat between Mum and Dad and Karen harnessed into the buggy. I can't imagine travelling with five kids like that. Mum said we were all good travelers. Again I really have no memories of this trip. I was 5 1/2 going on six and I was moving to another home.

When we got to Alsask, our married quarter wasn't ready but another serviceman who's family wasn't coming until later gave us the one he had been assigned and that was how we got to know Porters who would be family friends for many years.

Alsask was another radar station in what was called the Pine Tree line that stretched right across the country. There weren't many pine trees in Saskatchewan as you can see from this picture of my dad and my two youngest sisters Juanita and Maureen. Maureen, the youngest in the family, was born  while we were posted to Alsask.

I do have memories of Alsask chasing tumble weeds, gathering pine cones, getting stuck in the mud with our bikes and having to go get dad. Many little memories like that.   I remember jumping off the shed for the garbage cans at school with a sucker in my mouth and cutting the inside of my mouth badly on it.   I also remember going on a family picnic; there was a merry-go-round that you could make spin with wheel in the center. My brother and sisters were small enough they could sit on that wheel and turn in the opposite direction. I was a little bit taller and when I tried it my leg got caught in the merry go round, that put an end to the day out at the picnic.  Mum made me take a bath before she would let dad take me to the hospital. Luckily it was only a bad strain, I had to hobble around for awhile but it wasn't long before I was off and running around again. I also remember that dad once again worked as projectionist at the base theatre and often brought movies home or let us sit in the projectionists booth at the theatre. I also remember that my parent's room had two doors, a door in the bedroom hallway and a door to the front entry way. At Christmas, they would block off the door from the kitchen to the living room. So one year we crawled through their bedroom to sneak out early to see our gifts. We thought we had gotten away with it but Mum told us later they lay in bed trying not to laugh out loud.

We went camping for the first time while we were in Alsask. Dad bought a tent, a great heavy canvas thing and got us all sleeping bags. He borrowed a Coleman stove and lantern and off we went.  Maureen stayed with close family friends. It was summer, mum packed summer clothes but we were camped above the frost line so it was pretty nippy. She said she would never go again but we camped nearly every summer after that until we were in our teens when some of us were working part time jobs. That trip we went all the way to British Columbia to the Pacific National Exhibition. Mum had made us girls the same outfit.  A picture of us (the black and white one below) even made it into a local paper.

That ends my early years.  I hope to do my school years next; perhaps divided up just a little. Not sure when I'll get to that next part of my story. I guess I'll do it when the mood strikes me.

Dedicated to my mother and father.