Polly – a friend for all seasons

Polly came to live with us in Vancouver when she was six years old. She must have been perplexed to find herself in a noisy, crowded city with bikes and buses whizzing all around her. Nothing in her pastoral upbringing on Fairhill Farm had prepared her for urban life. But when she saw a horse drawn carriage she smiled – finally here was something familiar.

Polly met and exceeded the challenges of a dramatic mid-life change. She was more than willing to be the companion I had longed for. The day she arrived at the airport in Vancouver was truly one of the best days of my life. Polly spent every day walking with me in the city. She moved house multiple times including a move to a new city and she always made friends wherever she went. She had intelligence and a fine sense of fun. She would tilt her head when I spoke to her and people would remark how she seemed to understand whatever I said. And of course she did.

When we walked down the street she would effortlessly match my step, almost floating along beside me with the leash weightless in my hand. I never felt so connected to a dog as I felt to Polly. Complete strangers couldn’t help but break out into broad smiles when they saw her approach. They took photos of her to post to Instagram, young girls formed groupings around her to include her in selfies and professional photographers requested permission to photograph her.

Dearest Polly, we want to thank you for the six wonderful years we had with you and for giving us far more than we could ever give you in return. We will remember how you loved the beach in Oregon and chasing squirrels and watching TV with us. You taught us about unconditional love and your loyalty was never in question. You took a big piece of our hearts when you left us.

Cynthia and Darrell
Victoria BC

Living in Victoria – very cool!

Condo Life

Running on Canon Beach

Snoozing after a long day at the beach


Faith finds her inner dog

Greetings Poodle Godmother,

I want to tell you about how I am becoming a dog. I am not yet a year old but this weekend I felt like a dog. It now seems so juvenile to make a fuss when my Mom walks Meg, my Golden Retriever companion. So I sit nicely and let them have their time on a walk. Every morning I go to the local hardware store and I shake paws, get my treats and then stand up against the counter in case any customers want to pet me.

I walk nicely, except when my nose detects a perfectly nice smell. Funny, my Mom is not happy if I want to linger too long. I am learning tricks; one of my best involves a circus move of jumping clear over Meg’s back as she walks in the yard. It is so easy to do especially since I am now as tall as Meg.

My mom has had some men in the house putting in a new bathroom. I really like to watch them but we, Meg and I, have to stay behind the gate. I can jump over the gate from a standing start. Mom put a chair on one side but I jumped that with no effort. Then she put something else on the other side. Still easy, peasy. Then she added even more obstacles: not so easy – so I decided to stay put – after all she gives me nice treats.

I have made a new friend named Coco. He is not a dog, just a silly Siamese cat but he loves when I chew on his back. He purrs and rolls and sometimes makes a funny sound. I think he is trying to bark but it does not work. He has two other friends who love to play paw to paw. They swat; I swat. But they have hooks on their paws that are sharp.

Meg and I went to a new kennel way up on the mountain. We had a lot of fun. There were lots of other dogs to play with and the humans liked my circus moves with Meg. We are off to the vet now as Meg has bad arthritis. Mom told me about it so I am more gentle with her. Mom says “no” when I get too pushy. Since I am now a dog, and not a pup, more gentle behaviour is appropriate. Well we are going on a car ride and my job is to sit in the back of the car and warn cars behind if they get too close.

My Mom says hi. She says to tell you that I am going to Agility Training in January. I hope she can keep up.

Faith MacIntosh
Bridgetown, NS

A Splendid Boye

Boye is quite splendid. He loves the water and making messes; sometimes even Tory forgets she doesn’t think much of him and they play and run together.

He walks very nicely on the leash and is curious, not nervous, of the many
new things that have come into his life.

Here is Boye’s revolutionary new method for growing hostas.

Hosta enhancement with chew bone





Another new experience: Boye loved the groomer and looks very handsome.

Sabrina – 16 years old on October 10th

Sabrina is approaching her 16th birthday on October 10th (born October 10, 2001). She is doing very well; still walking one to two miles a day. Here is a video of Sabrina taken in her favorite place at our beach house by the water on Cape Cod. She loves it there! Thank you for Sabrina so very much – she is such a love.

We are thinking of giving Sabrina a bit of company with a sister in her senior years. When are you expecting a new litter?  Are the parents descendants of Sabrina’s parents?

I heard that you may be selling the farm. I am so glad that you will still be a godmother to poodle puppies in the future.

Very best & thanks again,

Bridget – a gem of a poodle


This is our Bridget, now three years old. She is fun and smart and a joy to be around. I was visiting your website and saw a video of your farm which I have always loved. Is it up for sale? I want to wish you all the best and hope that you will still be breeding poodles. Your dogs stand out from all the other dogs here. We are constantly asked where we got our wonderful Bridget. I wanted you to know how beautiful she is and thank you for breeding such a gem.
Take care,
Mount Pearl

Reply:  Yes, the farm is for sale.  It is time for me to move to  a home on a smaller scale.   The poodles will be coming with me and I expect to continue being the godmother to puppies for many years.  Kathryn


The Story of Numi

A Remembrance

by Henry Machum


Numi came into our lives as the seventh member of a young family. She was the new “baby” of the family to the great relief of Mary, the previous holder of that title. At the time, the parents were in their thirties and early forties, and the four kids were all aged ten or under. We were blessed to have a dog come into our lives who was even more full of energy and a love of life than all of us. Being a young family of six we were poised on the brink of exploding with growth, energy, and vitality – ready to release ourselves onto the world.

Over the years the parents made their way into middle age, and the children grew into young
adults. Numi took this all in stride, and was all at once each family member’s confidante, their best friend, their snuggle buddy, and their constant source of joy and pleasure. She loved the park, the red sofa, the green chair, the back deck, sniffing everything and anything, resting her head on anything (even while standing up), Long Lake, cooking with her mommy Jane and cleaning up the scraps, boat rides and hunting buoys, drinking from streams in the woods, scratches under the chin, peanut butter, eggs and rice, and nuzzling everybody she met to get attention. Her proud owners loved receiving constant compliments about her beauty and her
vibrancy. One time a few tourists took photos of her when they thought we weren’t looking. We admired her patient, calm demeanor, her bubbly personality, and constant energy. Even when she was twelve years old she was mistaken for a puppy in the park as she ran along and played with the younger dogs.

Numi was the centre of our home life, shown by the hundreds of different names we
had for her (pup, puppyfur, nume, yoga dog, duck dog, bubble, snuggle pup, ted,
mutt-dog), our constant concern for her having gone too long without a treat, and the
hundreds of photos we took of her; including those of her in amusing and seemingly extremely uncomfortable sleeping positions. Our home will not be the same without someone calling out for Numi every five minutes seeking the comforting knowledge that she is close at hand.

Henry will remember feeling proud, at age ten, when she sat on his lap on her first car
ride home. Taking her to the field with his dad and brother to let her run, how much she loved treats, taking her to the park and Long Lake, taking her on the boat, playing fetch, and many, many hours spent on the red sofa before work or the back deck reading in the afternoon summer sunshine. He will also remember what could have been – the many names he had chosen before “Numi” was settled on, including Jenny, Broccoli, Ketchup, and Pringles.

Alexander will remember how she would raise her front paw every time he
approached her -he loved it when she placed its warmth on his foot or in his hand.
And he will remember many afternoons spent in the back room with Numi sitting in
front of him posing, blocking his view of the TV. He will remember coming home to
find her sleeping in his bed, head on pillow, the only bed other than the parents she
would agree to sleep on.

Amelia will remember Numi as a stable force in her life. Numi could share her
secrets and comfort her during difficult times. Amelia loved to put peanut butter on Numi’s nose so she could lick it off, and she loved to show off Numi’s beauty on social media. Amelia was a special friend to Numi, who loved to make her happy. She also taught her to “roll over” much later in life, when one would think “an old dog can’t learn new tricks”. She showed us Numi was not just any “old dog”. She loved Numi for her unconditional love, and gave that love back to her every day.

Mary, as the youngest, finds it difficult to remember a time when Numi was not a part
of our family. She will remember growing up with Numi, from childhood to almost
adulthood, and while her siblings became adults and left the house Numi remained as
a constant and comforting presence. They shared a love of wintertime, Sugarloaf, the
snow, and Christmastime. They also shared a love of fine and rich foods. Numi was
there when Mary started preschool, and she was in the car last week when Mary was
learning to drive, and for everything in between, and Mary will miss her companionship as she is the only child left at home this year.

Grant will remember his and Numi’s shared love of boats, driving, their love of being
outside and in the garden, and spending time with the family. They both had a
deep love for taking care of and providing a source of strength for their family, and he
loved Numi for the joy she brought to his family and especially his wife. Grant will
also remember Numi taking up a lot of space in between he and Jane every night on
their bed!

Jane will remember Numi as her constant companion through raising four children;
a steady and calming presence while running a household so full of life and energy it
felt like it would burst. Jane was Numi’s mommy and her closest companion, and
Numi loved and trusted Jane unconditionally and absolutely. As the kids grew up, Jane
and Numi spent more and more time together, through morning walks in the park,
picking up the kids from school and work, cooking thousands of family dinners, and
helping to “clean up” dirty dishes and pans. Jane admired Numi for her vitality up
until the very end, and her puppy-like demeanor in the park. While Jane’s children
grew up and became adults, Numi never lost that child’s sense of wonder, playfulness,
desire to explore, and rich love of life she shared with the young children she entered
our family knowing.

Our hearts were full of love and we were all proud of Numi’s strength and bravery as
she calmly and peacefully fell asleep in her favorite position one last time, with her
head resting on a pillow, and her family petting her and telling her she was a good dog
and that we loved her.

Roger Caras said “Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.” We felt that way about Numi and we sincerely hope that Numi felt the same about us.