Calgary Caravan

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41 and still the mane attraction 🐴✨ Happy Birthday to our pal and official mascot of the Calgary Stampede, Harry the Horse!

Happy National Pancake Day! 🥞 At the Calgary Stampede, pancakes are more than just breakfast, they’re a time honoured tradition and a symbol of community spirit. For over 100 years, we’ve been flipping thousands of pancakes across Calgary, turning city streets and parking lots into gathering places for our community. Because nothing brings people together quite like pancakes - and a little Stampede spirit ✨

My wife passed in March. Forty-two years of marriage, and then just... silence. The house felt wrong. Too quiet. Too still. My daughter kept saying I needed "something to care for." I kept telling her I was fine. I wasn't fine. One Sunday, I drove to the Arizona Humane Society just to walk around. No intention of adopting anything. Just needed to be somewhere that wasn't my living room. The volunteer stopped me near the senior wing. "These two have been here eleven months. We waived their adoption fee last week. Still no takers." Pepper was solid black with a grey muzzle—eight years old, arthritis in his back legs. Salt was pure white with one brown eye and one blue, deaf as a post, same age. Brothers from the same litter, surrendered when their owner went into hospice care. Eleven months. In Phoenix. In a concrete run with no air conditioning half the year. "Why won't anyone take them?" I asked. The volunteer shrugged. "They're old. They're pitbulls. They come as a package deal. People want puppies." I watched Pepper slowly lower himself onto the cool concrete. Salt curled up right next to him, pressing his white head against his brother's black shoulder. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Like they'd been doing this their whole lives. Like me and Lorraine used to sleep. "How much is the fee?" I asked. "Sir, I told you—it's waived. Nobody wants—" "I want them." She stared at me. "Both of them?" "You think I'm gonna separate two old brothers who've already lost everything once?" That was four months ago. Now Pepper sleeps on Lorraine's side of the bed. Salt sleeps on mine. The house isn't quiet anymore—it's full of snoring and the click of nails on hardwood and two grey-muzzled faces waiting by the door when I come home from the grocery store. They lost their person. I lost mine. We found each other. Credit - Thomas meade

Skating on Lake Louise in-front of the Fairmont Chateau hotel ❄️🇨🇦 🏒

Canadians: “Why would I fly? It’s only a 14 hour drive”

In Ojibwe our words for ‘Let Go Blue Jays Let’s Go’ are Aambe Gwiingwiish(ag) Aambe. Anishinaabe art by Cody James Houle.