Hi Everybody !
Well summer is drawing to a big close and man have i had some
awesome weather on the Cape. This past weekend Dad took me
to Kent Point and i went swimming. i love to retrieve big sticks in
the water.
Boy was i glad to hear that my buddy Finsta made it to Tucson, safe
and sound. I just hope he stays that way with all those snakes and spiders
running around. Hey Finnie don't be messin with those critters !!!
My favorite thing at night is when Dad gets out the ZenPuppy treats.
Those organic soft chewy lovelies. yummmmm!!! They make me go right
to sleep. And then Dad had to get the ZenPuppy hat and t-shirt of course.
I can't wait for the leaves to start fallin.......wait a minute......the Red Sox
haven't even started the playoffs yet......what am i sayin??
Yankees suck!! Yankees suck!!
Oh and dad got a blue shirt with a number 12 on it and my name on the back.
He rrreally loves me huh??
Well that's all for now.....i'm getting tired.
send me a line guys, i love hearing from you.

the Bradford

Brady's Page

OK sires and dames
this is where i let it all hang out
These guys have the gentle leader on me again because i'm getting a voice.
Don't get me wrong, i got it pretty sweet here at my pad in Brewster
but sometimes a guy's gotta let it out......ya know?
So i'm readin my pal Finnie's blog travel page......and i gotta admit i'm a little jealous.
trapsin all over the place with his pack leader, driving, flying, cabbin in NYC, jeeezzzzz!!
but hey......Finnie.....you can have the planes.........ya dig? i just a soon keep all paws on the ground....... thank you very much.
we miss ya on the Cape Finsta......i'll never forget how you taught me to jump off the porch steps!!!! Good luck at your new home in Tucson.

Year of the Dog

This is my Dad's beginning on his book "Year of the Dog", since i'm the main character i'll try and get him to post excerpts as he goes, but you never know about him.

Why does this dog speak so profoundly to my inner life.
I'm walking Brady, our youngster of a Chocolate Lab, across the street, through the neighborhood of our Cape Cod sanctuary. As sanctuaries go this is where i'd be happy to stay until the end of my days. The quiet, serene, environmentally rich landscape with all its intricacies, and hub bub of summer life.....the quiet isolation of winter, all speaks to my soul. Walking is too docile a word for what we are doing this morning, on the pavement, in the grass, filtering through brush and weeds, I am being led as if being shown all the low to ground fun that i miss in my six foot frame. And then a jerk 180 degress around to find some penial essence on a nearby leaf.

I love his ferocity for life and the moment, his unconditional love for Lynda and I, qualities I lack at most times. Being human I find is a much lonlier endeavor than being a dog. Dogs spend a great deal of time in solitude, waiting for someone to come home, for the world to begin again - but they live in a state of connectedness, it seems that we have lost, if we ever possesed it. Is that why i have turned to him, he who is always ready to receive, to join in wholeheartedly, as so often i cannot? I think to be human is to be a watcher; sometimes even at our moments of undeniable joy or overwhelming grief there is a part of us conscious of our being, observing that being. I do not think dogs have such a part; they are all right here, involved in whatever it is, and therefore they are a sort of cure for our great abiding loneliness. A temporary cure, but a real one.