Dog parks for Downtown Seattle Dogs

In Search of…..


Lately I’ve been watching a lot of documentaries on Tubi regarding aliens, UFO’S, scariest places and people, and other random things that Tubi will just keep looping random show after random show.

I started getting into the Big Foot documentaries. I think I kept watching them because I noticed Charley was somewhat interested. Especially one particular individual grabbed her attention.

His name is Jason Kenzie, an “ADVENTURER and a “Photo Journalist“, or, my favorite, a “PHOTO WARRIOR” according to his website. And T-shirt!


I wasn’t paying attention at first, I just noticed Charley was being occupied by something other than what I was doing. Then I noticed her facial expressions and ears were fluctuating, so I started to watch.

I was like, seriously? Is this guy for real? With his jeans and leather jacket, and a tiny hint of a lisp. Is he making a spoof or what? This is so silly. He was making the call that “official” Big Foot seekers do, which is a big WHOOP WHOOP!! Then he busted out a strategy that’s supposed to awaken them, and that is to strike a tree with a huge branch KNOCK! KNOCK!!! Him and his cameraman, friend, whoever was around would all of a sudden freeze… Then, all would start repeating, “Did you hear that? Did you hear that?” They’d continue to walk a bit, getting very excited about one little leaf branch had been broken, or some disturbed ground. All the time he’d be narrating, either on camera, or as a voice over, in a very excited (sarcastic?) way. But, I found myself glued to the screen. He started to make me giggle. I ended up watching both of Sasquatch I and II. So did Charley. At the end of the first film he ends it with a meant-to-make-you-jump boo, in which it worked, because both of us actually jumped.

It wasn’t until I watched a couple other docs about the subject when I realized that he absolutely got it all right. Not much happens when out on a quest, but a whoop, sometimes from the unknown, or a few knocks, but almost always in all documentaries was “Did you hear that?” He was for real. He put some kiddish awe in the search. Everybody really seemed to like him as well.

What was really cool is that he found one of the tree structures the species supposedly erected throughout the forest. And, because they (researchers) think it means “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” he ends up tying a hammock under it and sleeps under the branches. He comments that it is probably the safest place, for people- people won’t pass, and neither will Big Foot on their side. It showed he was neutral.

What I found was I quite liked him. Whether he was being silly, serious, Real, sarcastic, it didn’t matter. He was refreshing and fun. Plus, he was able to go on an expedition with some of the serious hardcore Sasquatch Finders. The major players.

They even called him to go on a Sasquatchedition, a meeting of all seekers and witnesses and believers. He even was a guest speaker at the event!

In Jason’s Kenzie’s words, “Is that exciting or what?”

But what is exciting to me is I wrote him an email, and guess what??? He wrote back!! I invited him to come to Seattle where we have sightings, of Sasquatch and Aliens.

I would have never known about this guy, or how this Big Foot is a ..BIG THING if it weren’t for Charley’s absolute attention and funny reactions.

Thank you Charley! I would have probably never put a doc on about that subject unless I’ve been having to restructure my routine a bit so we are both content. And, Thank you Jason! Put a definite smile on my face and heart!!! I believe because of you two!!!


Simply Charley

She had the time of her life last night with her two balls. We walked up to Seattle U where they just recently removed the barriers from around the field so humans and animals are free to walk and play and the students can study on the grass. I guess it was cordoned off to give the area a rebirth, because now it is thick and lush, and deep, whereas it was patchy and bare before.

And I’m writing really stupidly because I’m just trying to get this down before I forget this pleasant feeling. I feel I’m writing English 101.

Going on our end of the night walk I could only find one Chuck-It ball , (her fav) and one 🎾 . (My fav). I told her we weren’t going to bring any flying discs or a the Chuck-It launcher. Just two balls. That’s it.


She turned to me and stared, wagging her tail and looking at my purse, where the two balls resided. I took one out, threw it, and took the other one out and tossed that one in the air She automatically caught the first one and held it in her mouth, then volleyed the other ball off of what was in her mouth. She got all excited, and waited with bright eyes for me to kick or throw the other ball again. And again. And again.

It was getting pretty redundant for me. While she’d run after the second ball and stop it with her paws or her nose, I’d have to walk to it and kick/throw it all over again.

I was just about to tell her it was getting old, let’s go when I happened to stop and look at her. Her tail had this puppy wag about it that I hadn’t seen in awhile. Her ears were floppy, and she had the biggest grin, wrapped around the ball in her mouth. She was having a blast. She would stop the ball and act as if she was saving the world.  She’d follow it with a VICTORY-DANCE in a full circle around the one ball. Her back was arched and her tail looked like it belonged on an Arabian horse.  

I couldn’t help smiling. The rain started slightly, but I swear, and this is going to sound cheesy, there was absolute sunshine surrounding us.

God she was adorable.

I think sometimes I run her too hard. It just seems she wants it. I can never run her out. But maybe she just wants to play. Play like the little puppy she still is.

It was absolutely a glorious evening.

We’ve had two days that just seemed to flow. I am so content. She’s content as well, i I believe.

Marvelous Charley

We had the most marvelous Sunday. I don’t know if that sentence was put together properly but I don’t care. (Most marvelous)

Lately I’ve been having issues with Charley as far as her wigging out at certain locations. There’s something that all of a sudden causes great intrepedation within her. She’ll freeze, stand solid still, and WILL NOT BUDGE. She’s gone as far as backing out of her harness and, laying close to the ground, creep erratically away. I have learned to let her go for a few 50 feet because if I try or anyone else to stop her it causes the opposite reaction. I will tell people “it’s ok, let her go,” which usually gets some hard looks from people, as if I don’t care about what happens to her. Just the opposite.

I started it slowly, going down to the bus stop. She seemed to be fine. We rode the bus to the u district, our usual stop, and continued without any sort of sketching out.

I did avoid the major problem areas where it’s almost a 100% guarantee sketch, but I think It’s a good idea. Didn’t want to press the goodness. Even though I’m trying to figure out what is making her so nervous.

We ended up at Gorilla Park in the u district. The grass was full and high. The sun was perfect. There were a few people there that did a Meet Up deal to play with their little yorkies. The atmosphere and vibe were perfect. Charley was anxious at first, but she calmed down after 1 hour of playing huck it and catch. SHE ACTUALLY SAT DOWN NEXT TO ME for a good 5 minutes. To me that is a great, marvelous day!

My battery is dying so more later. It was just a festive, refreshing, sunny marvelous day.

We also ended up at Cal Andersonwhere we got to see this punk rock marching band playing Third Eye Blind. I loved seeing the girl with a full sleeve of tattoos and purple black hair holding a monstrous tuba. I told them all they were beautiful.

It was awesome. I was in the mood where all sweet things were bringing tears to my eyes.

And the whole dang day was sweet. Dang it.

“Get out of my eyes teardrops, I can’t see my way around.” Jerry Garcia.  


Every time Charley walks ahead of me I giggle. She’ll be prancing with her head and tail high, and her little butt moves side to side. Her back legs move quicker than her front, so she trots at an angle.

But, ha ha, she’s got the cutest little butt. I’ll pinch it, and she just stands there.

Charley gets compliments every day. There is always somebody who says “what a beautiful dog,” or “I love the colors of your dog.” I’ll say “thank you” and keep walking.

But the thing is, I think Charley is scruffy looking. She reminds me of a hyena, or a desert dog…. DINGO!!! She, to me, looks like she’s a stray and needs a bath.

Thinking back I remember when I saw her in the Craigslist ad. There was two of them. A male and a female. My eyes immediately went to her picture. My initial thought was, “oh my! That poor little rug rat. I want her. She belongs to me “.

Her brother, if I remember correctly, was already sold. I felt that nobody wanted her because she was so funky looking. I looked at her and felt I was going to be the one to take her to a loving home. Tell her she’s pretty. 

I’ve read stories when the owner and the animal have an instant connection upon first sight. I kinda feel that way with her. Even though I just saw a picture of her I knew she was going to be mine.

I do believe I was meant to have her. Sounds really stupid but i think she’s here to teach me a few things and for me to learn some lessons. That sounds weird, but every animal I’ve gotten we’ve hooked up in perfect situation, and I’ve always taken something beautiful away from them. Charley came 5 years after Lb June passed, during Covid, and during a time I really needed distraction. I love my stinky butt.

Is that a wild dog?

But I’ve always thought she was ugly. No, her coat was ugly.

I don’t understand why people compliment her coat. But THANK YOU!

My pretty little ugly girl



It’s been over two weeks since I’ve seen Charley smile. Last week she went to the vet for shots and a general check up. Because of Covid I’ve never met her vet , which I’m not too cool with that, so it’s a just a drop and go. Call me when she’s ready.

Four hours later, I picked her up from the vets Office, and then started what I’m calling “The Long Walk Home”. I kept trying to talk to her, “Charley, Squishy Bean, Bo Bo.” And she NEVER LOOKED BACK AT ME. We walked in silence. Not once did she pull, or try to get me entangled with the leash. Not once did she pretend that she had to make friends with everyone, animal or human, or smell and sprinkle every bush.

It was very discerning.

Once we got home she put her head down so I could take her harness off, and walked to her room and curled up. I finally got her to look at me and it was so horrible. She looked at me with eyes that said, “I trusted you.” Nothing more, nothing less.

Talk about a punch to the gut.

I’m just glad she’s opening up with me again. I’m glad she thinks she’ll be able to catch that squirrel. Or bird. Or she thinks children are sheep and she needs to herd them. (That one sucks). I’m glad she thinks I’m a cyborg like her and have unlimited energy.

I’m just glad she’s smiling again.

I love my Squishy Bean

Man, oh man. Charley, A.K.A. Bo-Bo’s, Love-Love, Bubblegum-Butt, Squishy, SQUISHY-BEAN, Sweetheart, and Butthead are my little names for Charley. Rarely do I call her Charley.

Anyway, today the apartment management is supposed to come in and fix the plumbing. Or put a BandAid on it. And hope for better weather.


A year and half ago a main pipe broke inside the wall that happened to be in my bathroom. Ever since, the plumbing has been failing, from one apartment to the next. The building is only 4 years old, but I can’t tell how many buckets I’ve seen places on the floor, strategically placed, catching drips from the ceiling in the main hallways of the complex. This has been the case for the last three years.

My bathroom is still gutted out from that incident. Subsidized Housing at your finest. I keep meaning to write about that, the subsidized issue, because there is so much to say and tell and think about. I need to let my opinions settle for awhile before I open my mouth.

Back to Squishy. I informed her “they” would be coming in this morning as I bustled around picking up the place. Leaving, I informed her I’d be back before “they” would even step foot into our place.

I left, got into the only elevator that is working (another issue in this building), and realized I’d forgotten my phone. Up to My floor again.

I put the key in my door, and entered. I expected Charley to be right at the door, as she is every time she hears the key. Nothing. Not even a bark. I stepped in and said,” it’s only me!” NOTHING. A bit confused, I went over to her wildlife perch and, once again. NOPE.

Charley’s wild life perch
Looking at city wildlife

I looked in the only place I could think she’d be. There she was. It broke my heart. She was crunched in her “room” in the corner, totally trying to be invisible. I could barely make her out for she was hiding in her blankets and stuffed friends. As soon as she saw it was me, she came out, her tail becoming her body. A sense of relief went through her expression. A total compassionate, sad, worried, sorrowful feelings one passed through mine.

It dawned on me, when I told her management would be coming in, tied in with my out of the ordinary behavior in the morning, she had gotten the gist of what was going on.


She is smart like that. She didn’t act like she knew what I was talking about when I left, but there she was, hiding, thinking it was strangers, not me. I wish I could go more into how scary smart she is, but I find people dismissing it as “how cute”, or “awww… cute little pup”. She loves it. Being called pup or puppy. She turns on the extra cute.

Ok. Just a babbling post about my little Charley person pup. Ha ha. I’ve had too much fun putting images in this.

Anyway, turns out after all of that fuss, management never did come in. Now the hallway is a bunch of blowing fans and sections of the ceiling cut out. Ugh. Pretty soon the whole building will be flooded out.

Coda And Cheesecake

Compliments of Regrade Park, SEATTLE

Today Charley had to go to my doctor’s appointment at 9:30 because maintenance was coming in and we both had to be here, or we would both leave together. Bottom line is they didn’t want Charley to be left alone while they enter our place. Which, I get. I don’t like walking into a house when there’s a dog that I’ve never met in there. It feels intrusive, plus a bit daunting.

After we went to my doctors appointment, in which she was absolutely lovely, (Charley) we took the bus to head out to Wallingford. However, there is Regrade dog “park” on the way. I have avoided that park for awhile because Charley started acting terrified to even go within 5 blocks of the park. So when she started whining when she saw there were dogs at the park, I took advantage of the opportunity and got off on the stop right across the street. It turned out that was a really good idea.

We met a dog named Coda, a beautiful Husky dog with those beautiful sky blue eyes and a soft, fluffy coat. Her owner’s name was Bruce, an older gentleman with a SPECIAL FORCES military ball cap. I forgot what faction it said, but I’ll save that question for another day.

He was in one of those electric chairs for he told me he could walk, but he can’t feel the lower part of his right leg due to 29 years of sciatica. Awful. I’ve had a sciatic nerve pinched and it was awful, but mine was for about 1 month. I can’t imagine 29 years.

He’d gotten Coda at the age of 9 years, and only had him for about 6 weeks. He told me when he met Coda it was instantaneous. He felt this bond between the dog and knew he was the one. He’d read on Facebook about the owner was looking for a home for Coda. He didn’t know the details, but it didn’t matter. He said he feels like Coda had a bit of his other dog’s soul that had passed in this mature, 9 year old dog. He is sure of that.

I believe that. I had a cat named Edward that I used to just stare at and wonder if we used to know each other. I’d ask him out loud “where did we meet?” I don’t feel that way about every pet I’ve had, but Edward I did.

I’ve found myself asking Charley a similar question, because her eyes take on this human quality that seems to speak telepathically to me. Sounds weird, I know. But, a couple of my friends have said the same about her. She will take on this wise, sometimes stern, old soul set deep inside her hazel peepers.

I didn’t quite ask her if we knew each other in a past life. I asked her, “ are you here to teach me a lesson to be more patient, and will you take me with you to your Mother Ship when you decide to leave?”

I swear her eyes got big and locked on mine before she looked away, metamorphosing back into this playful, innocent puppy look she tried to pull off.

Yeah, I’ve got her number ……she is part Alien/cyborg. Can’t fool me.

Turns out that Bruce is a major baker. His speciality are cheesecakes. Just the mention of the word makes my mouth water. His new one he just made was a ginger bread cheesecake. Is it just me, or does that sound divine? Oh my gosh.

Coda, he said, doesn’t play fetch. He’ll throw the ball and Coda will just half ass gallop towards it and then turn around, and stroll slowly back to Bruce.

But, get this. Charley kept bugging Coda to play. He started doing this puppy paw jump at the ball, and pick it up with his teeth. I started to toss the ball lightly in front of Coda to not make it so challenging. Charley would run up to it and start barking at it, and then look at Coda. Pretty soon the Husky started pouncing on the ball and prance around like a pretty pony. Bruce gut out if his chair and started kicking the ball. Coda started chasing it and bringing it back. Charley, excited (when is she not?) started talking, barking really loud, over and over. She’d run around the two in what I guess an attempt to herd them in. Or maybe she was barking commands, giving pep talks, encouraging them. Who knows. We had a great time.

The one thing I have always liked about Regrade park are the people. I’ve found that people are very friendly, and it feels like a little community. Many people don’t go to this park because of the drug deals and shady people around the perimeter. But, I’ve never had a problem with people who are outside the park. I feel they are respectful with the pet owners that go there.

It is gravely, and it’s somewhat small. It has a water fountain there with a big bowl for the dogs. If the fountain is not working, people usually have something with them and are open to share.

But for the most part, the main attraction is that dogs get to socialize. The ball is just an accessory. The people are fun. We are also just an accessory there.

I like Regrade park, and I think it gets a bad rap. I like the fact it’s fully closed. Two gates going in, two gates going out. And the people are very vigilant about the gates. Always close the gates when leaving. Bags are available for dog poop, and if I’ve forgot to bring a tennis ball, there’s always one lying around.

Oh, and best thing of all, Charley was knocked out the moment we got home. BONUS!!!!!


I am writing this post for 2 reasons. I read GIDDY UP AMERICA’S post about the RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS, and I was immediately catapulted back to the early 90’s when I went to one of the first Lalapoolozas and they were one of the bands playing along with Beastie Boys, Rage Against the Machine, Janes Addiction, Ministry to name a few. I’d gone with a bunch of other 22 year old generation x-ers during summer in Northern California.


One of my x-ers, and, actually ex, Scott B. , (last name protected for his own,) got a wild hair up his ass and had to get a tattoo to remember the awesome time he was having.

He chose the famous logo of the Red Hot Chili Peppers on his right shoulder blade. Large.

I didn’t think they would tattoo somebody under the influence.

Guess I was wrong.

The other thing is walking home from the park with Charley we happened by Rudy’s barber shop, the shop I’d gone to and asked if they would shave my head about 4 years ago. I think it was an almost midlife crisis where I wanted loud, drastic CHANGE in my life, and that was the only thing I could think of at that moment. They gently advised me that maybe I should go with a pixie cut, and come back if I still wanted a shave. Anyway, there was a guy in the shop that looked by all appearances, an old generation x-er Billy Idol style hair cut and leather jacket, with the old, original t-shirt of that iconic symbol with RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS curved around it.

I really wanted to go in there and ask him if he wanted to get rid of it.

So, that was my flashback of Red Hot Chili Peppers. Thank you, Giddyupamerica!

Yesterday was an absolute nightmare. Every time my buddy Comes to town Charley goes absolutely nuts. When he leaves for awhile I’ve got to clean up the aftermath.  She won’t listen, she’s extra defiant, and she’ll run up to any truck with a man getting out if it. 
This time was the worst. We had stopped at a park to show off her new trucks she’s learned with flying discs. Everything was going great, she was shining, prancing, tail and tongue wagging. He goes to leave to pack up for his trip back to PA. Charley and I were going to stay and hang out at the park. The weather was awesome. We crossed the street and I started to see the beginning signs of her looking around, anxiously, to see where he went. All of a sudden she pulled out of her leash and collar, and ran out in the middle of the street. She would not stop for me, she wasn’t even aware of the cars that were honking and dodging her.
I quickly called Mike and told him to come right away. She was not listening to me.
He finally arrives, me on one side of the street, him on the other. She saw him, made the biggest dash to him. He started yelling, I started cussing. It is the most horrible feeling. The helplessness and the fear.
She got to Mike, thinking he’d be as equally happy to see her. He took her by the scruff of her neck and lived her down in the ground.
The look she gave him. SHOCK. BETRAYAL. Hurt.
I ran over to them, and I could not even look at her. Angry, hurt, sad, helpless.
I told him he had to take her for the day. Well, strongly suggested it.
He 100% agreed. He took her out to his house to run in the backyard for the rest of the day.
I’m still in disbelief. I know she adores him, but every time he comes around, I no longer exist, his word is gold, and I end up having to correct her over and over for the next two weeks.
So, we are having to think about this for a minute. I was going to go out to PA for a few months with her to his new house, but I’ve got a prior engagement that is scheduled for the 19th. He’s got to be back on Tuesday night.
We are both thinking she should ride out with him, and I’ll fly out there later.
I dunno. It’s still upsetting!