Last weekend my special lady friend and I took a few days to go to NYC for her birthday weekend. It was a little break that we both needed badly – it was amazing to spend a few days away from work and the lives that we find entirely too busy at home to properly enjoy them.
It’s all love
May 5, 2013
Mar 21, 2013
I posted a couple of weeks ago about my buddy Jeff’s music and he’s just released a little EP which is pretty fucking fantastic. He’s released it on Bandcamp on a PWYC basis so you can take it for free if you want, he really just wants people to hear it, but if you like what you hear throw a brother some bones and go see him when he plays – every Wednesday at The Wilson on College.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 8, 2013
The last adoption day at Unleashed was a huge success in that 10 out of 15 pups found new homes – hopefully this time there’ll be a 100% adoption rate because a lot of these pups were just pulled from a situation where they faced a “dog-shoot” in Attawapiskat to control the population.
Unleashed in the City is partnering once again with Moosonee Puppy Rescue to support and promote adoptions of northern Ontario puppies.
This Saturday, February 9th 2013, we will be hosting a Puppy Adoption and Silent Auction event at our Unleashed Centre at 45 Ossington Ave.
All proceeds will go directly to Moosonee Puppy Rescue to assist in all their expenses including vet fees, transportation, dog food, toys, etc.
Jan 23, 2013
Not that it matters at all, but Walter is a handsome and distinctive looking dog and people always ask what breed he is, and although we knew he was largely (or possibly completely) a Siberian Husky, there aren’t very many all black ones so we figured there had to be something else in there – Lab? Border Collie? German Shepherd? Wolf?
See, we got him after some friends were fostering him but when we got him he came with some vet records. In trying to call the vet he’d seen to try to get a little more info on him, I accidentally called his original parents who didn’t know “what” he was either but were able to give me a screenshot of the Kijiji ad he came from which billed him as a Black Siberian Husky.
Because I’m awesome at the internet, although the ad was down, I was able to cross-reference the phone number in the ad with a backyard breeder in Woodbridge and photos of, if not his litter-mates, another litter born around the same time and a picture of what is likely his mom.
Our curiosity ebbed and flowed over the last year but one night last week I got drunk and curious and ordered a DNA test from DNAmydog.com which is based in Toronto and donates a portion of proceeds to Canine Rescue – over $63,000 and counting. I’ve heard and read of varying results from this type of DNA testing but it wasn’t prohibitively expensive so we went for it!
They sent over a sample kit which consisted basically of two cotton swabs and an envelope so we took some cheek swabs, sent it back in and awaited the results which came in today!
Looks like the little guy is anywhere from 37-74% Siberian Husky, 10-20% Collie, and 10-20% Airedale Terrier. What we can surmise from this is that one of his parents was likely a Siberian Husky and the other was likely a Siberian Husky mix of sorts. The test results say that in the 10-20% categorie, the breed characteristics are “usually carried over from previous generations of your dog’s ancestry”. What a world.
One thing is for sure; no matter what his genetic make-up, he’s 100% #1 Good Boy and my best friend in the world…
…even when he destroys our couch, pillows, a macbook power cord, a jacket, a vest, and most recently an HBC throw. Still love the little fucker.
The following comment posted by Matt was too good to not bring up to the forefront:
Right now there’s a German Shepard somewhere doing this:
Dec 7, 2012
Every year my better (read: much better) half, Yvonne & some of her friends, throw a charity event in Pakdale called Festivus to raise money for Interval House – a Toronto Shelter that provides emergency services for abused women and children.
Last year they raised around $4,000.00 to purchase goods that go directly into the hands of people who genuinely need a little extra support.
Come have drinks, dance & have a killer time while supporting a truly great cause.
There will be raffle prizes donated by the great people at:
• Parts and Labour
• Happy Socks
• The Yukon
• Bikes on Wheels
• The Pearl Harbour Gift Shop
• Crows Nest Barber Shop
• KRAV MAGA Toronto Fight and Fitness Academy
• Kingsway Boxing Club
• Beacon bike lights
• Town Moto
• Riders Cycle & Board
• Jack Astor’s
And lots more to come! We will update as they are confirmed
If anyone reading is interested in donating anything, holla at ya boy!
$10 at the door. We also have a limited number of advance tickets. Email Yvonne for more info if needed…
More info can also be found on the event’s Facebook page.
Looking forward to seeing you all!
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 21, 2012
It’s 6pm on Friday, and I’m writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I am writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here’s the thing.
I have a dog Janet, and she’s been ill for almost two years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She’s almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then, an adult officially – and she was my child.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She’s almost 14 and I’ve never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She’s a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact.
We’ve lived in numerous houses, and jumped a few make shift families, but it’s always really been the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she’s used to me being gone for a few weeks every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison’s Disease, which makes it dangerous for her to travel since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and to excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all of this, she’s effortlessly joyful and playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She’s my best friend and my mother and my daughter, my benefactor, and she’s the one who taught me what love is.
I can’t come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn’t even want to go for walks anymore. I know that she’s not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That’s why they are so much more present than people. But I know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog, and instead, be part of everything. She’ll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can’t leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I’m afraid she’ll die and I won’t have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out. Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes to pick which socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant. These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love and friendship. I am the woman who stays home and bakes Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable, and comforted, and safe, and important. Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life, that keeps us feeling terrified and alone.
I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments. I need to do my damnedest to be there for that. Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I’ve ever known. When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I am asking for your blessing.
I’ll be seeing you.
If that didn’t get the old waterworks going, this old gem will do the trick.
Via TurtleBites. Thanks for sharing Yvonne!
Nov 7, 2012
The temperature is dropping in Toronto and it’s time to bundle up! Fortunately for me the fine folks at Lifetime Collective were kind enough to let me get my grubby little hands on some of their FW12 line a little bit ago (in stores now*) and boy, it sure is nice!
I got a Takanawa sweater which is just a little different than the one currently on the site. Mine seems like a mix between this one and the Takanawa + or the Takanawa Shaker with the button down front… But I digress. Sure, it’s just a hooded sweatshirt but that’s what makes it great – what do you really want in a hoodie? Warm, comfortable materials, quality construction, nice little details and a great fit? It’s all there and this guy is now in regular rotation.
I was also set up with a Moss Mountain vest which is great and I’ve been wearing it every day since I got it over top of whatever other jacket I’ve been wearing. It’s a nice and warm, poly-filled quilted vest with nice brass snaps which also looks killer in orange (hint, hint).
Sep 14, 2012
Lou Magoo has been a part of my extended family for a very long time and it was with great sadness that I learned of his passing yesterday morning.
He will be sorely, sorely missed by everyone that had the pleasure of spending time with him…
…and smelling his farts.
Sep 3, 2012
One of my dearest buds, Sparkles, decided to up and get hitched this fall so a couple of us decided to spend a weekend together in NYC, just the boys, before he descends into married life. No strippers of donkey shows (well, not many anyway) but just a solid weekend away with the buds!
Between scoring cheap flights with Porter, scoring a cheap 4 penthouse suite in Brooklyn, Quicksand deciding to do reunion shows on the very weekend we were going to be there any way, the crew we’d assembled (Spark, Rob, Neil, Matias, Killer) and the buds we were able to hang with while we were there (Brother Lemoine, Gordie & Ziz, etc., etc.,) this was such an amazing weekend we won’t soon forget.