Well Amigos, the Red Man has a bird’s-eye view of Casa de Canterbury from his perch at the Edge in the Middle which is apparently where he is going to be for the foreseeable future. Sweet Saint Peter – forget about the streets of gold and all that poppycock. I haven’t seen the first gold street anywhere. The afterlife ain’t what it used to be since the price of gold took off and the Big Dawgs couldn’t bring their portfolios with them. Sigh.

The best thing I can say about being stuck in the Middle is that I’ve got a lot of company and a ton of gossip. Paw Licker Annie and Smokey Lonesome Ollie are able to visit Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea and moi from the Top whenever they feel like it so there’s been a reunion of the Casa de Canterbury Pack right here in the Middle with tongues wagging as fast as tails. Annie never licks her paw anymore because it’s healed up perfectly if you can believe that – which gives her more time to chat. It’s like she can’t shut up. She told me Sassy, the Old One from the Spring Valley days, had been moved up to the Tip Top…probably because she’s the only one of us to be “registered.” Well, lah-tee-dah.

When we do all get together, our favorite pastime is checking in on Casa de Canterbury and the two lesbians and Squirrel Chaser Spike plus the new dog Charly who must think she’s landed in a Fresh Hell called Sports at her new home. She might as well relax and enjoy it because she’s in for an eternity of watching bouncing tennis balls and basketballs…and baseballs and footballs and any other balls ESPN chooses to send over the TV airwaves. Great balls of fire.

For the past two weeks it’s Wimbledon time, and Slow is up at the crack of dawn to tune in for the pre-Wimbledon commentary which then prepares her for the day’s matches and then she finally finishes with the after-Wimbledon show that analyzes the day’s matches and gets her ready for the next day’s pre-Wimbledon commentary.  Can anyone spell A-d-d-i-c-t.


How long has she been watching Venus and Serena Williams play tennis on the grass courts of Wimbledon – since they were teenagers and she was worried about turning fifty. Heh, heh. That would be nearly two decades ago. Yikes. That’s a lot of balls flying around.


The Williams Sisters played doubles this afternoon in the quarterfinals after both of them had played in the singles semi-finals earlier this morning. It was the first time since 2009 that both sisters had reached the semis at Wimbledon. As predicted, Serena moved on to the finals and well, Venus didn’t. Their doubles match today was a scary one.


What do you think we should try next?

I’m not sure – just try not to hit me when you’re serving.



In the end, it’s all good, Sis.

Let’s do that little twirl we like to do when we win, want to?


The Red Man salutes Venus and Serena Williams and sends Paw Snaps and Twirls all the way from the Great Beyond because, as Chris Evert said during the pre-Wimbledon commentary early, early this morning, “The Williams Sisters have represented American tennis so well…they have held up the American flag for over two decades. Not only are they great tennis players, they are loyal and patriotic citizens.”

 Australian announcer Darren Cahill said,  “The sisters have gone beyond tennis. They’ve gone beyond sport. What they’ve stood for over time has really changed the game, much like Billie Jean King did back in the day when she stood up for equal prize money and women’s rights.” Wow. That’s high praise from the ESPN folks.

All’s well that ends well, as the Red Man is fond of saying. Annie and Ollie have grown weary of tennis and started their ride toward the Top. They promised to visit again this weekend for the ongoing Wimbledon excitement at Casa de Canterbury. Chelsea has wandered off in search of food which she can eat and eat and eat and never gains weight – it’s some kind of special diet called manna which she says is delicious.

I think I’ll hang around a little while longer to see what that glad-to-be-bad dog Charly has in store for Spike tonight. It’s not like I’m on any kind of schedule, if you catch my drift.

Catch ya later, Sports Fans. Have a great weekend on Earth.

Casa de Canterbury Stands with Orlando

Well Amigos, The Red Man’s view from the Middle this past weekend was most upsetting as all of us Middlers gathered at the Edge to try to catch a glimpse of the chaos that broke out at a gay club in Orlando, Florida early Sunday a.m. What we saw made us shake our heads at the utter horror of the massacre taking place one more time in the gun-happy USA.

What is wrong with those people? a Middler from Canada turned toward moi and asked, Aren’t you from there? Hey everybody, listen up. Red is from America and has quite the reputation already here in the Middle. He knows it all. Let’s see what he has to say about Orlando.

More Middlers gathered around and started staring and murmuring. Sweet Lady Gaga. For once, I was struggling to find the right words.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I said I’m afraid I can’t explain why anyone would behave that way – shooting and killing  mostly young people having fun on a Saturday night. I can’t explain it at all.

In the beginning Americans were more likely to be welcoming to newcomers because they were all newcomers. But the USA today is not so bright and shiny new…  walls of words and labels divide them and devalue America’s diversity  in a world where outside influences are a constant threat. A few of them can be a hot mess, but the majority of Americans still believe the country has stood for opportunity and freedom and the right to pursue happiness; those people will continue the war against inequality, ignorance and insanity.

I am proud to see the old woman Slow and Pretty and Spike and SuperSis make sure Casa de Canterbury shares the pain and sorrow of their brothers and sisters in Orlando and will stand with them against the tyranny of terror. That’ s all I have for you.

The crowd of Middlers seemed satisfied and gradually began to disperse and who did I see at that very moment? Chelsea!! Paw Snaps and Twirls! We are united in the Middle, and she seems as happy to see me as I am to see her! We are redeemed.

We watched the old woman Slow from the Edge together as she placed her little 1993 March on Washington flag on the front porch of Casa de Canterbury in a flower-pot.


Spike and Charly stood at attention for the flag, and Casa de Canterbury will stand at attention with the lgbtq community of Orlando. Of that, I’m sure.





Well, Amigos, The Red Man is back. He’s been on a Cyberspace Trip to end all cyberspace travels and has found the view from the Middle to be a fine one – a stop below the Top where evidently Paw Licker Annie and Smokey Lonesome Ollie have happily climbed in the past three years (I saw them recently and they seemed relieved I’d made it to the Middle) and two stops past the Bottom where it was so dark I couldn’t see my own shadow. I haven’t found Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea yet, but someone told me most of the labs hang out around the tennis courts so I’ve been trying to locate the Re-Creation Area. No luck as of this writing.

Annie and Ollie looked better than I’d seen them in centuries and told me they’d put in Paw Snaps and Twirls for me when I came up for a promotion. They were a little vague on when promotions take place around here…something about Time standing still. Sigh.

So what’s new and what’s up at Casa de Canterbury…I took a peek this Memorial Day weekend and what to my wandering eyes should appear but Squirrel Chaser Spike and eight tiny reindeer. Heh, heh…my little joke for the millennium. I didn’t see the first reindeer, but I did see a new face playing in the back yard.


Spike has a new Sister – seriously?

I mean, I’m not in any position to be judgmental these days, but have the ashes even cooled yet…Geez Louise. Borders on disrespect, if you ask me, but then I don’t get many calls for opinions from Below since the Middle isn’t connected via standard cell phone towers. Special reception required.


Uh, oh…could spell trouble for Spike


Watch out now. Careful, Big Guy.


Give her an inch…


…and she’ll take a mile.


Aw, look how sweet Sister is.


Maybe Spike can trust Sister


Maybe NOT!!

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s SuperSis…


OMG, it’s The Red Man on steroids


I need to lie down


Deliver me.


SuperSis is a Hot Mess


I own this home…trust me.

Honey, The Red Man trusts you on that one and foresees a troubled future for Spike and the Casa.

As for the old woman Slow and Pretty, well the old Earth Adage about what goes around comes around is apparently going to give them a fine lesson in Re-In- Karma, and The Red Man says so be it.


Sister Girl has a bad case of Separation Anxiety which I’m sad to say I had a dose of myself when I left on my Cyberspace Trip and said my final goodbyes.

All’s well that ends well, as The Red Man has always been fond of saying, and here I am stuck in the Middle with you…and my old Amigo Percy who has been a great navigator for me. When I kept asking him to get me out of there, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but then no plan is perfect.

It feels good to be back. Stay tuned.


Meet Spike’s New Sister Charly!

So this post was supposed to be about my experience Monday night at the Congaree Swamp with my friend Kati who took me out there to see the incredible blinking fireflies that invade the swamp every year and create excitement in Columbia that rivals the Lights at the Zoo at Christmas. That will have to keep for later because we have our own excitement at Casa de Canterbury today…Spike has a new sister!


 Meet Charcoal Charly

She’s a sweetie, of course, and today was our lucky day. Pretty found her online at the Pawmetto Lifeline rescue shelter here in town and made an application for adoption. Our approval came this morning, and we waited until noon to drive out to see her. (Coincidentally, the place opened at noon.)

She has a checkered past: she was plucked from the Richland County animal shelter along with her eleven pups two months ago – three died and eight were adopted out – no one had a home for the mama, though.


Who could leave this face behind?


In an ideal dog world if we believed in reincarnation, we hope she has the temperament of Ollie, the loyalty of Chelsea, the demeanor of Annie and the spirit of Red. But if that doesn’t happen, we hope she will just be herself and be happy and healthy at Casa de Canterbury. That’s enough for us.