Category: The Ravine

Little Sand creek area of West Michigan – where 99% of my adventures take place,

The Adventure Clock Strikes Seven

Wisdom from a Lucky Dog

Hello Friends!

So far this year, my Michigan woods have been dressed in fresh coats of white snow, coming and going like they can’t decide where to stay. Before it melts again, and before we forget all those New Year promises — I have an important announcement…this month, I celebrate SEVEN.

Seven winters exploring the West Michigan woods. Seven seasons chasing salmon upstream. Seven springs of hunting for wildflowers. Seven summers of splashing into Lake Michigan, belly rubs, zoomies, cuddles, and treats (so many treats)!

This year, I celebrate SEVEN amazing years with my hoomans. I will never forget the day I was brought home from Bellwether Harbor Animal Shelter. I was waiting with my litter sisters, my heart already packed and ready for a family. I was so unsure about the world back then – and somehow it feels like only yesterday.

My tail still thumps at the memory. I can’t believe how fast those years went by. Now that I’m older, I’m starting to understand more about time. The interesting thing about it is — it doesn’t slow down. In fact, it never stops!

Over the years, there have been plenty of trails, many lessons, and countless adventures. I don’t feel like an old dog yet, but something has changed. I can nap through the day when my hooman leaves for work. I’ve learned the important things — like I know the moment it is breakfast time. My eyes just pop open, and if the kibble is late – my patience is still optional. I’m braver too! The vacuum no longer terrifies me – though I still give it plenty of room, and I can jump off the boat into the big lake (read: Dog Overboard).

Now that I’m seven, I’m officially considered an adult. Not a young pupper anymore. I’m a seasoned explorer, with mud under my claws and a few good tails (see what I did there). In hooman years, I’m somewhere around my mid-40s to early 50s. That doesn’t make me sad — it just makes me aware. Time keeps moving.

And lately, I’ve noticed something about hoomans… they are OBSESSED with time. They try to chase it, pause it, they even count down the seconds, barking them out in a countdown 10…9…8…like the whole world depends on it. And then they make all kinds of promises: “We’ll hike more when it’s warmer,” or “We’ll explore when things slow down.”

But here’s the thing – things won’t really slow down. Now that I’m seven, I know I only get so many more winters. So many new trails. So many sunsets to stop and stare at before the light disappears.

After the howlidays, my hooman went back to work. Long mornings together turned into quick coffee sips and rushed goodbyes. Her boots still sit by the door, but the snow has long melted from them. I know when the routine changes, and I notice how the house feels quiet.

So yes, I pout a little. I curl up on the couch and look out the window. Some days the light fades, and I drift off to sleep, but I am always listening for the sound that could signal my next adventure. All this waiting has taught me something: time is not something you save. It is something you spend.

So friends, when our hoomans come home worn thin by the world, let’s meet them at the door with a wag that means business. Not “let’s rest,” but “let’s go.” Help them keep those New Year promises they made with big hearts and good intentions. Pull their eyes off the clock and back onto the trail, because too many adventures die on the calendar.

A short walk still smells like a whole forest. Ten minutes of fetch still feels like a celebration. A tired cuddle at the end of the day always fills my bowl. Give them a gentle nudge off the couch — not because time is running out, but because today is already here and it is waiting for us!

Now stop wasting time and get out there — your adventure is calling! 🐾

I’ll bark at you next month.

Your friend,

Home for the Howlidays: When the Pack Comes Back

I can always tell when something big is about to happen. The house smells different — a sweetness in the air like cinnamon sugar mixed with a faint whiff of anticipation. My hooman makes many trips inside and out, bringing in bags and bags of groceries. So many snacks that she has to store some on the back porch. Luckily, Michigan is basically one giant refrigerator this time of year, so we have plenty of space — bring on the treats!

I take my position on my stool to monitor the driveway. I don’t need a tracker or pinging reminder — I can feel the joy filling the air. When the cars rumble down our drive, the vibration sends excitement all the way to my tail. And when that door finally swings open and I hear, “I’m hooooome!” the house explodes with noise. I leap as high as I can, trying to get a lick at my brothers. The once-empty mudroom fills instantly with coats, boots, and shoes — all carrying new scents from the places they’ve been. Boxes and bags pile up behind them, signaling something even better than treats: the pack is back!

Magically, the house transforms in an instant, and I’m surrounded by all my favorite hoomans — all barking at once. It’s my favorite sound in the world. Tail-wag mode flips to maximum power, and my whole body wiggles. I’m smiling so big I can’t keep my tongue from spilling out.

But this year, things are a bit different. The pack… has grown.

My old sweetheart came home with my brother. She looks cuddlier than ever — and with her comes Disco. He’s all legs, wiggles, and unstoppable enthusiasm. He zooms in like a giant snowstorm and makes a beeline for my toy basket. He always chooses my favorite bone first. I’m overjoyed he’s here… but that is still my bone. A slow growl bubbles up in my belly, but I swallow it down.

Soon, the living room is a swirl of fur and toys. The house feels smaller (in a good way), and I push the irritation of sharing aside. Before long, Disco and I are chasing each other around the dining room wall. We romp outside through the snow, and I take him down my favorite hiking trail. I teach him how to sneak extra treats, and he shows me how to give a paw for extra “awwww.” The hoomans cannot resist us, and honestly… it’s more fun melting their hearts with my buddy beside me.

Later, when the house finally quiets, I try to squeeze onto the couch. Between my brothers, my sweetheart, and Disco, there’s hardly any room left. Disco has claimed my favorite pillows. I flop onto the floor with a dramatic sigh, feeling a little forgotten.

Just then, my sweetheart notices. She scoots Disco over and pats a spot on the couch. “Come here, Jack Jack,” she whispers. I jump at the invitation — and instead of the arm of the couch, I choose her lap. She’s just as warm and snuggly as I remember.

As I drift off to the sound of holiday music and hooman laughter, I replay the day. My paws twitch as I dream of racing through the snow with my supersized pack. The chatter of my favorite hoomans fills the house, and I hear Disco snoring softly. That’s when I realize…family doesn’t just come home for the holidays. Sometimes… it grows.

So friends, as your pack reunites for the howlidays, you may find you have to give up some of the things you’re used to. Just scooch over and make a little space. I don’t love sharing my bone (or my couch), but when the family grows, we have to grow too. Things won’t stay exactly the same as before — and honestly, they might become even better.

Soon enough, the house will fall quiet again. The mudroom will return to order without all those extra coats and shoes. The pack will split up and wander down their individual trails. But the memories of squeezing together and making room for new love will warm your heart long after the twinkly lights fade.

When the pack gets bigger, the love gets louder.

I hope your couch is full this howliday season.
I’ll bark at you in the new year.

Your friend,

Santa, Slow Your Sleigh!

Hello, friends!

Welcome to November, the season where we paws to be grateful. It’s also the time of year when everything seems to flip into zoomie mode. I try to keep my October lessons in mind (read Falling Behind), but as soon as those little puppers finish barking “trick or treat,” I can’t help but feel the rumble of Santa’s sleigh revving in the distance.

As the winds literally change direction, I decided to take a walk to put this new “holidays are here” lifestyle into perspective. My hooman came along too, and brought my favorite squeaky ball, Pinky. As she tossed Pinky along the ravine and I dashed after her, I realized that the game of fetch is a lot like the holiday season — full of surprises, tangles, and joy in the chasing. Sometimes I have to dig my way through obstacles, sniff out what’s hidden, all while keeping my tail wagging.

Paws at the ready for a November adventure!

Finding Pinky can be tricky. She sometimes hides under leaves or gets stuck in mud, and I have to work extra hard to track her down. Sometimes I get distracted, sometimes I drop her, but it’s all part of the game. And yes, my hooman sometimes pretends to throw her — hilarious, but also…rude!

Seriously…who’s she foolin?

As we trotted down the treelined trail, I usually run ahead in excitement, then double back to make sure my hooman isn’t lagging or distracted. With daylight saving time upon us, we have to stay on schedule before darkness sneaks in. Sometimes I get distracted too, digging in the wrong place and ending up with muddy whiskers before I find my way back on the tracks.

Oops! Got a lil distracted!

Before long, she was tossing, I was fetching, and Pinky was singing her happy little squeak. My hooman clapped and laughed, calling me her “good boy,” over and over — music sweeter than any treat. That’s when it hit me: the best part of the game isn’t finding the ball at all. It’s being out there together. Her laughter, the breeze ruffling my fur, the soft squeak of Pinky — they fill my heart in a way no biscuit ever could. It’s in those moments that the noise of the world — even Santa’s revving sleigh — fades into quiet joy.

So, friends, as turkeys get stuffed and Santa begins checking his list (twice), let’s keep our eye on the ball. Work through the obstacles that would stop you from gathering together, and don’t get too caught up in who’s bringing which bones where, or you might completely miss out on the game entirely. And if you find yourself competing with the neighborhood elves, take a minute to find your way back to those you love the most. I guarantee they’ll clap and cheer when you arrive.

Cuddle with the ones you love

Let the joy of being together lead the way through the holiday hustle. Take a moment to paws and feel grateful for the ones who toss the ball, cheer the loudest, and share your trail — because that’s the real gift of the season. Keep your focus on what’s important, the rest is just gravy, mmm… gravy….

I am thankful for being able to share my adventures with you.

I’ll bark at you next month!

Your friend,

Falling Behind

Happy October Friends!

This is one of my favorite months. Mornings are cool on my paws, but by afternoon, the sunshine warms my coat. Big oaks shoot down acorns like pellet guns for eager squirrels, and evenings creep in early — often before I’ve finished my after-dinner patrol.

October is funny that way – both hurried and hushed. Weekends roar with visitors from the big town, cars piled high with apples, pumpkins, and hay bales, only for the streets to fall quiet again midweek. Farmers follow a different rhythm: fields grow inch by inch under patient hands, yet when harvest comes, their work bursts forward, rumbling through the night and leaving the morning air sharp and crisp. Time seems to stretch and snap back all at once.

With all this paradox swirling around me, I needed to curl up on my cushions and think this all through. As my mind began to drift, I could hear squirrels rustling nearby — some frantic, some leisurely — each with their own rhythm. Similar to the trees, that let go of their leaves in their own time.

All that slow-and-steady push and pull reminded me of when I trotted alongside my hooman in the Oktoberfest 5K. My first big race. I was so excited that I watered just about every tree in the park. The music thumped, the energy crackled, and I stood side-by-side with my pack, unsure what to expect. The countdown began: 3…2…1…GO!

Some hoomans shot out of the gate like greyhounds, their long legs eating up the track. Since I’m a terrier-beagle-blue-heeler kinda dog, my legs moved, but I wasn’t covering much ground. My hooman seemed fine with the racers ahead, and soon we settled into a steady jog.

As the miles went by, I noticed that some pups slowed to a walk, then picked up again once they caught their breath. No two strides looked the same. Hoomans on the sidelines barked, “Keep going!” and “You’re doing great!” — which made my tail wag. I realized then that we’re all in the race together, no matter the pace. Each of us found our own rhythm and our own way to finish. No one was “late” just because they weren’t leading the pack.

I think that is October’s lesson for us, too. It’s okay to move at our own speed. Not racing to keep up. Not holding back when we’re ready to leap. Just trusting our stride, savoring our season, and remembering that what’s right for me may not be right for the dog beside me.

So friends, as we wag our way into October, let’s not worry if we fall a bit behind. Instead, let’s take cues from Mother Nature and the racecourse. Trust that our pace is the right one. Some days bounding, some days strolling, sometimes paw-sing for a good sniff — but always remembering: the goal isn’t to keep up with the pack. It’s to enjoy the run, the season, and the moment. 🍂🐾

Thanks for trotting along on my canine adventures. I’ll bark back atcha in November!

Your friend, 

Fetching Something New

Hello friends,

Well, as the leaves crunch beneath my paws and the cool night breeze ruffles my fur, I guess it’s time to admit that the sun has set on summer 2025. Sure, the weatherman may bark about warmer temps, but the smell of pumpkin spice has already replaced the musty stink of wet dog towels. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in all my dog years, nothing lasts fur-ever.

Just a few short weeks ago, I was begging for summer to hang around. The idea of my hooman ramping up her schedule and swapping long, leisurely hikes for the busyness of fall didn’t exactly make my tail wag. But now, I’m starting to savor the new scents of the woods and the sight of trees shedding their colorful leaves. Change, it seems, is just part of the walk.

I’ll admit—I don’t always leap for treats when change shows up. A new routine? A different route? Even the sound of geese honking overhead as they head south makes my ears perk with uncertainty. But just like summertime drifting away (like Pinky in the Big Lake) – I can’t stop change from coming. I’ve never heard a tree growl when its leaves fall – it simply lets go, trusting that something new will appear. Maybe that’s the lesson for us puppers, too.

As I trotted down my tree-lined trail, trying hard to lean into fall, I spotted a monarch butterfly fluttering in the grass. Could this be the same chunky little caterpillar I sniffed out only a month or so ago? Watching him flutter away, I was reminded that change can be ruff, but if you’re willing to hang in there, the universe sometimes rewards you with wings you never knew you had.

So friends, as we snack our way into apple-pie season, let’s try to trot along with the rhythm of the woods and not dig too hard for the past. Soon, frosty mornings will reveal paw prints we’ve never tracked before, and we’ll be off on a brand-new adventure. Sometimes we’ve got to shed the old to fetch the new, so let’s keep our tails up, trust the trail we have chosen, and wag through this new season together. 🍂🐾

Bark atcha in October!

Your friend,

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The Road Less Sniffed

Well friends, I did it. I went out on a limb and sniffed out a new adventure. I wasn’t sure at first. I double-backed a few times. The road less traveled can be uncertain. I’m used to going down my own path. I know all the twists and turns, where the roots are that have tripped me up. I know where the creek runs deep and where the current likes to tug at my paws. I’ve been taught to be careful, to stay on my side of the fence (unless no one’s watching, of course). So, the idea of stepping into the great unknown? A little scary… but also wildly exciting.

I felt like something was calling me—a bark in my heart that beckoned me to explore the unknown. So I started out slow. I kept looking over my shoulder to make sure the familiar wasn’t too far behind. In my head, I heard the voice of my hooman, cheering me on with that magical phrase she uses when I’m searching for my ball:
“Keep going!”

So I did.

Soon, I found myself alone in a whole new world. The creek began to change and looked drastically different. My belly was jumping like I’d swallowed a bowl of grasshoppers. What if I got lost? What if there were squirrels bigger than me? But curiosity tugged harder than fear. What if I discovered something brand new?

That’s when a flash of red zipped across my path—a scarlet tanager! I didn’t even know those birds lived around here. Its bright feathers were like a spark in the trees. Inspired, I forged ahead, tail high, paws steady.

Eventually, the forest opened up, and right before my eyes—was a luscious green meadow buzzing with dragonflies. My nose twitched, my tail wagged, and just as I ready to pounce on one of those ancient warriors… my ears perked. A sound. Could it be…?

Water.

I can never resist water.

I followed the squishy, muddy trail—my paws sinking deeper with each step—and that’s when I found it: a freshwater spring! Trickling down a slope of roots and rocks, cool and clear as a morning breeze. It was the best water I’ve ever tasted. No bowl could compare.

As I stood over the spring, my muzzle full of mud and belly full of refreshing water, I realized: if I hadn’t taken that first uncertain step… if I’d stayed in my comfort zone… I never would’ve found this delicious treasure.

Trying something new can be scary—but not trying? That’s even riskier. Because you’ll never know what’s out there unless you go sniff it out for yourself.

So friends, as we close out July and trot into August, let’s take the road less traveled. Try a new trail. Chase a new scent. Step beyond your fence line (only if no one’s watching, of course). You might discover something wonderful. You might even discover something in yourself.

And if you get a little lost? That’s okay. You can always find your way home.

I look forward to hearing about your new adventures. Stay cool, and I’ll bark at you soon.

Your friend,

Keeping Perspective

Hello friends!

Well, when the clock sprang forward into daylight saving time, my hoomans took the leap into springtime projects! They didn’t waste any time and got straight to it with family get-togethers, sporting events, and celebrations. The months of April and May whirled by in a cloud of pollen, baseball, and caps & gowns. This left a lot of time for me to get out exploring! I hosted celebrations of my own as the woods came back to life with frogs, ferns, and fawns!

As I sat creekside preparing to share my springtime adventures, it dawned on me that Spring is already over and we are full-on into Summer! I guess I must have lost the tracks of my time! I know I spent quite a bit of it inspecting wildflowers. Wildflower discovery is one of my ALL TIME favorite adventures. This Spring, the Trillium grew to be as big as my HEAD, and the violas were bursting with all kinds of colors. Heck even the Jack-in-the-pulpits were super-sized this year. Or where they….?

As I inspected these colorful newcomers to my woods, I checked them out from every angle. As I did, I learned sometimes you see what you expect to see. Sometimes, things look different up close, and sometimes, things can appear completely opposite. Even the Maidenhair ferns cast illusions. Are the stems black or invisible? I can almost trick my eyes into seeing the leaves floating on no stems at all. Are they magical? 

Of course ferns are not magical silly! And the trillium is not really the size of my head needer. Just because things are shown in a certain light, it doesn’t make it a reality. There are so many different ways to look at things. Oftentimes, we see things just a bit differently from each other. Sometimes things are cropped out so we don’t see the whole picture – and never really know what’s going on. Sure, we all like to angle things in our favor, but nobody has it exactly right all the time. 

So, friends, as we move into the season of summertime socializing, let’s remember to keep things in perspective. Be open to looking at things from each other’s point of view. If you do, you may be surprised how much better you understand your friends and how much bigger the world will become to explore! 

 I’ll bark at you next month.

Your friend,

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Spring Breaks

Hello friends! 

It has been furever since my last adventure! My hooman had a setback a few months ago and needed some recovery time. So, my canine adventures were put on paws for a little while. When my hooman doesn’t feel well, it is my duty to sit by her side and supervise the healing process. My canine cure is to watch my hooman VERY closely and never let her out of my sight. So, to speed up the process, I sat ON her until she was well enough to go exploring. 

It wasn’t easy giving up my adventures and sticking by her side. I was tempted more than once to venture out without her, but I patiently waited (and waited and waited). Although it took longer than she originally promised, the day finally came when she got back on her feet, and I had the chance to get out exploring. I couldn’t wait to see what changes old man winter had made in my neck of the woods.  

As I trotted down my tree line trail for the first time in 3 months, my heart thumped with anticipation of what I would discover. I had forgotten how great it felt to have the cool mud squish between my toes and sniff the fresh smells of the pine and hemlock trees. Even though I’ve walked the path a thousand times before, the first hike of the season always fills me with wonder and excitement. Once I reached the bottom of the hill, the creek gurgled a familiar “hello” as the old oak trees seemed bowed down, welcoming me into the shadowy woods. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. “Hello, creek”, I whispered. “It is good to see you again”. 

Isn’t it amazing how returning to a familiar place can bring you back to vivid memories with all the feelings to match? Every step I took echoed a memory of past adventures. Like the time when my nephew Disco saw the creek for the first time and the joy I felt that he liked my creek as much as I do. Or the day I discovered a red-tailed hawk’s feather, and the awe of knowing that such a cool bird lives in the same woods I get to explore. So many thoughts and emotions filled my heart. I really missed this place, and I could not believe I went so long without it. 

I wondered past my thinking log, where so many times I have contemplated many of life’s challenges. I trotted past the dog brushing station (still littered with my old dog hair), and warm thoughts of my hooman caring for me filled my heart. I ducked under the frog tree, now sloping into the water and groping at the river bank. The familiarity of knowing I will discover a tree frog clinging to it on summer days gives me hope for warmer days to come. I thought of my hoomans. The ones that are with me and those that have gone on to other adventures – and I thanked the woods for letting me enjoy all the time we had together there. As my mind continued to wander down memory lane, the sun began to set. I knew even daylight saving time couldn’t rescue me from the fact that my hiking time was up. So I bid good night to my woodland friends and turned my tail toward home, my heart full of hope for future memories I get to make.  

So friends, as spring breaks and we all get moving again – be sure to mark your adventures with memories. Take pictures in your mind. Then take some time to wander down your own memory lane and be grateful for all your adventures past.

Thank you for joining me on my Hiking Jack Canine Adventures. Please invite a friend to subscribe, and I will bark at you soon!

Your friend, 

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L♥️ve Language

February is our month friends! ♥️

Canines are known for our powers of UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, and I have learned that some super smart hoomans (called scientists) have been studying this for years! For example, did you know that just by petting our canine coat, we help hoomans to relax? Yup, we have all kinds of powers that benefit our hoomans. I guess another study showed that just by spending time with us can lower hooman blood pressure, reduce their heart rate, and even improve their heart health. We are awesome! ♥️

Now I am not a scientist, but I too have tested all kinds of ways to show my hooman love. Since this is the “love month”, I thought I would share some of my favorite love languages. I use these daily to let my hooman know she is a very important person in my life. ♥️

I guess those scientists found that canine heartbeats can synchronize with our owner’s, and create a “calming connection”. I am not sure if my heart beats the same as my hooman, but I do try my hardest to help her out by laying completely acrossed her body. Kinda like a 60 pound weighted blanket. I think that by pressing close to her I am helping her know she is safe with me (and not going anywhere). ♥️

Another easy way to show my love is to stare deeeeep into my hooman’s eyes. I guess those smarty science peeps did some research and discovered that a nice long canine-2-hooman stare releases oxytocin, that is the “love hormone” that reduces stress. So I try and stare at my hooman when she is in the kitchen so she is nice and relaxed while cooking up those tasty treats.♥️

This last strategy can be a risky one. If you try this one, do your homework. I have found bringing my hooman a slipper usually gets her to smile. A couple of times I brought her what she loudly told me was her “work shoe” and she did not smile at all. So if you try this one – proceed with caution! (I am not sure if scientists know about this love language strategy). ♥️

So friends, there you have it – some easy ways to show your love. I know most of my canine friends come by this naturally, but if you struggle to show affection just start out slow with a tail tap and work your way into weighted blanket. Seriously though, it really doesn’t matter HOW you show your love – just that you DO it. Get out there and let those you love know how important they are to you! ♥️

Bark at you next month!

Your friend,

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Lead Dog

Hello friends!

The calendar flipped a page to December and overnight winter arrived true to form. Old man winter blew into town and filled my woods with ice and snow. My world was repainted WHITE and I could not wait to go exploring!

Since I am a pretty social canine, I prefer exploring with my hooman. So as soon as she peeked an eye awake – I began my tap dance around her bed in effort to hussle her out the door. She was not as excited as I was to go out in the cold. As she pulled on extra layers and covered her paws, I kept up my enthusiasm. I added in some whining, wiggles and jumps in hopes to hurry her along. Once we finally got outside I bounced and burrowed through the fluff. I only had a few good zoomies around the yard before my hooman turned back toward the house. What the heck…this was not an all day winter adventure I had planned!

My hooman headed back indoors and peeled off all her layers. She then got herself a drink and settled in with her google machine. She was going to WORK! I knew that if that was the case…I had some work of my own to do. I positioned myself in front of her and began the DEATH STARE. I sent her telepathic messages with my eyes – “outside outside outside”. Only she didn’t budge.

After a while, I musta dozed off because the next thing I knew it was dark outside. It seems to be dark almost all the time now. This is a REAL problem for me since I like to do my exploring in the daylight. The next day brought more of the same. My hooman at the computer and me on the couch willing her to finish work and play outside with me. When the weather man announced the snow would be melting soon – I began to panic. The only way I’m going to enjoy the snow is if I take myself out. Time for me to take the lead! 

So, I shook off my anxiety and took matters into my own paws. Out I wandered alone into the forest. I was unsure at first. The snow covered trees cast new shadows and there was an eerie silence throughout the woods. As I turned down the path I scared up three whitetail deer (and they scared me too)! I watched their white tails bounce down the ravine and realized I was not the only explorer out today. There was a whole world of adventure awaiting me!  

I carefully hiked down the icy trail and began exploring. I wandered over to the creek and witnessed the current pushing its way through the ice. I stopped by my favorite thinking log and met a new family that moved in for the winter. And I poked my head in on some old friends, just to say hello.

By the time I returned to my yard it was getting dark again and rain was beginning to sprinkle. My hooman greeted me at the door and dried my paws. As I curled up on the couch and began to doze, I could hear my hooman tapping away on her google machine along with the rain tapping against the windows. 

So friends, as we turn the page to the last month of the year – it is time to take the lead. If there is something you want to accomplish before the year ends, the time is now!  Be brave, take the initiative and make it happen for yourself. Do not wait on others to do it for you, rather bring them along on your adventure – the more the merrier!

Bark at you in the New Year!

Your friend, 

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