When I was young, I was convinced I’d spend my life working at fashion magazines. And for a while, I did. But unfortunately, in all my youthful dreams, I’d never really planned for life after a certain age. When you’re young and naive, even 30 sounds ancient—so far off in the future that it doesn’t […]
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I don’t have to ask Maud if she wants to go outside. All I need to do is zip up my coat, and to Maud it may as well be the starting pistol at the Kentucky Derby. She appears at once, as if conjured. Whatever she was just doing—napping, lounging, or conducting high-level squirrel surveillance […]
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Maud sniffs longer in the winter. Not casually or politely. She lowers her nose to the snow with the intensity of a detective who has just stumbled onto the one detail that explains everything. Her body tightens. Her focus narrows. The rest of the world disappears as she inhales with purpose, tugging me toward snowbanks […]
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Since she was a puppy, Maud has accompanied us to work at the TV station. What began as a quiet office companion quickly turned into an accidental on-air presence, her head popping up behind the news desk like a rogue sock puppet during a live broadcast. And from there, she became a fixture of CHCO-TV […]
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In a town full of deer, it’s no wonder that Maud barely turns her head when passing one of the majestic creatures as they graze on home gardens lacking fences and gobble shrubs like they’re feasting on corn on the cob. And, to be fair, the deer in St. Andrews have acquired a quiet confidence […]
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Maud’s favourite beach has always been the one by the Blockhouse in St. Andrews. Since she was a puppy, she’s known its rhythm, its shifting moods, its daily transformations. At low tide, the beach stretches almost to Navy Island, as though the land itself is reaching out to touch its neighbour. It can take ten […]
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In memory of Matthew Gick In a small town, getting a new puppy isn’t just an addition to one household—it’s the arrival of a new citizen. Four-legged residents are as celebrated as any human here, often more so. They’re part of the daily landscape: Herb McGee’s blue heeler, Diesel, is known for his athleticism and […]
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When Maud was a puppy, she had excessive energy. Finding the right walking schedule for her was less a matter of logistics and more a quest—one that felt, at times, like chasing the Holy Grail. I’m not a morning person, and my work often stretches late into the night, so Maud and I found our […]
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Maud turned six this winter, and I’ll turn 46 in the spring. By the old rule of seven dog years to one human year, that makes us peers for a fleeting moment. It’s strange to think that, come my birthday, Maud and I will share the same age—two beings on entirely different timelines, meeting briefly […]
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