People are crazy about their dogs here. I mean, craaazzzee. More crazy than I am about my cat... today I went with Annie and Drew when they took Stoke to the beach at the Maritime Museum for a swim, and there was a birthday party in full swing. Yes, Logan the Pug was one year old, and there were balloons, "pupcakes," goody bags and coffee for the parents. I met a very nice black pug named Herbie. I have always said that if I get a dog, it will be a black pug named Iggy. I don't know why but Herbie's mom got mad when I kept calling Herbie Iggy and tried to smuggle him away in my overcoat...

Revelstoke Kaderly-Demerse, aka My Favorite Dog, with a Big Stick (also-the snout of his friend Brody the black lab).

And, just because, Ms. Currie the Kitten, in the laundry basket. Unimpressed by all this dog talk and wondering when Vancouver will have its own Kitten Bakery, since we have like, 4 dog bakeries...