How Our Disabled Dog Prepared Us To Be Parents

Okay I need to confess something: So far this parenting gig is pretty awesome.

Sure the first month was a nightmare, and my wife went through some heavy stuff early on.

I know I might have just jinxed it, but lately things have been pretty great. I love being a dad, and we love being parents.

I mean, just look how happy I look here:

You can see how much I love being a dad in her expression.
You can see how much I love being a dad from her expression.

Prior to having a kid, we were warned that once you have a kid, your life changes. Your world will revolve around them and your every free moment will belong to them. I really do see this point, and I think this is the part that takes the most getting used to for new parents.

For my wife and I however, this is not something that we haven’t faced before even prior to being married. In fact, for us adjusting to a baby came pretty natural, and it could be because had a little more practice compared to other new parents.

Practice in the form of a dog.

Yes, I know how taboo (and annoying) it can be when dog owners who don’t have kids compare having a dog to having kids.

I mean essentially you pick up their poop, bathe them, feed them, teach them to roll over, pretty much the same right?

But before I get put on a stake by an angry mob for my outrageous statement, please hear me out. As well, please allow me to dedicate this post to my dog, Owen.


So let me start by going back a few years, where my pants were too baggy, and my hair was too long, and we were unknowingly put to the test for parenthood…

Sunday, November 9, 2008

We were playing fetch on a field with our dog Owen when suddenly he stumbles and somersaults while chasing after a tennis ball.

Dogs do not somersault. Their bodies just don’t bend that way. It’s almost as weird as us humans walking on all fours; it just doesn’t seem right.

I slowly walk towards him, thinking it was just another silly spill from our silly dog. I mean, this our three year old super puppy; who runs faster than the other dogs, jumps higher than an eight foot fence. He’ll just get back up and forget he even tumbled.

But something was wrong. He wasn’t getting up.

My mind went numb, and the slow walk towards him became a sprint. You know those moments when the volume in your head tunes out, and things go in slow motion? I was in one of those moments.

Not the actual picture of the incident, here he’s much older and recovered

Our puppy looked up at me with two of his front legs holding himself up, and gave me this “What’s going on?” expression.

As I picked him up to rush him back to the house, I remember thinking, “Shit it’s a holiday, what do we do? Where do we take him?”

36 hours and two emergency veterinary clinics later, we learned that our dog had lost function from the hip down. It could be for just a few days, a month, or longer.

What. The. Hell.

Prior to our dog getting hurt, our stresses consisted of silly arguments and disputes that normal young couples fight over. Silly things like where should we go eat, what do you want to watch, etc.

As abrupt as he got injured, we were now talking about the cost of x-rays, MRIs, slings, wheelchairs, rehab, etc.  To quote a popular phrase during that era: “Shit just got real.”

Our daily lives and schedules were now devoted to our dog: carefully walking him, doing physio/exercise, making sure he ate quality food, taking him to frequent vet visits, etc.  In a sense, he really embodied a baby.

My then girlfriend (now wife) and I suddenly became more than just a couple. We now were now responsible for a dog with special needs. We were caregivers, but above all else, that was when we learned that we could count on one another to make things work no matter how tough things get. Dare I say, that was when I realized that one day, I know I can count on her to look out for me and our family.

Because he was injured, it not only brought us closer to each other, but also learn to split love and responsibility onto something else. And this is the practice that I was talking about.

I wrote this in a journal soon after the endeavour:

I am very fortunate not to be going through such an experience alone, as I am very grateful to have Jenn along the way. Every fear, every setback, every direction to go has been shared and experienced with Jenn, and I feel very lucky to have her through all of this. Even though she is Owen’s main owner, as he lives with her, I deeply feel that we’re in this together equally and wholeheartedly.

The past few days have allowed me to fully be confident of dark situations because I’m with Jenn. I’m so glad to be with her.

First off, I was a much better writer then compared to than I am now. Second, I think this was the turning point for me for a lot of things in life as it allowed me to understand what it means to share a responsibility, and share a life with someone. ☺️

Slowly he was able to recover and after two years he ended up recovering most of his movement, only requiring to wear one boot on one of his hind leg. And through countless Tony Stark-like boot prototypes (I think we had seven variations in total) he was a healthy happy dog who got to enjoy a full life as a dog. 

This boot design was "Mark VI"
This boot design was “Mark IV”

We were lucky to have him for another seven health years, and it’s been almost two years since he left us. I sincerely think because of his injury, we were better prepared for our journey into parenthood, which eventually lead to this:

Notice that the baby aisle is also the pet aisle?
Notice that the baby aisle is also the pet aisle?

So there you have it, I hope you’re not angry with my sentinent about dogs and babies, but our dog certainly helped us become who we are as parents. If there is a doggy heaven and he somehow managed to learn to read, I want to say thank you pup, you taught us to become parents before we even knew it.

One final takeaway from this is that I now believe that every stage of life or situation prepares you for the next in some serendipitous way, I know the struggle of taking care of our disabled dog certainly helped us as new parents. At least that’s a better way to think about things when life gives you a ruff situation.

(Phew, I`m glad I was able to slip that one in.)


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Stay awesome pup-pup.

Wood Watch Review

Dad’s Can Be Stylish Too: The Jord Watch Review

Updated: You have chance to win a $75 voucher towards a Jord Watch by clicking here: – Contest ends July 3!




Clearly this is not a fashion blog. But it doesn’t mean that I can’t write about being a dad who enjoys a little bit of fashion.

Prior to becoming a dad and throughout my adulthood, I enjoyed keeping up with the latest men’s fashion trends, sort of.

Basically half of the time  the majority of the time I watch a Korean soap, I’m watching what the men are wearing to steal some fashion ideas.

Now if only I had the porcelain skin and perfect hair – I’d be driving around in my blurred out emblem Hyundai in no time!

So when the opportunity came up to collaborate with Jord Wood Watches (Shout-out to Matthew fromAnswer The Tullyphone for the hook-up), I immediately jumped at the chance. I mean as a daddy blogger it’s not every day that you get to throw your two cents on men’s fashion.

Looks like Dad's got a new toy
Looks like Dad’s got a new toy

Besides, what’s more quirkier than a watch that basically looks like it’s made entirely out of wood?

And with Father’s Day coming up, I thought it would be cool to throw this unusual gift idea out there.

There’s no point in me trying to sell you a watch just as a regular guy. But from a dad with a six month old baby perspective, here are some reasons why I really like this Jord Wooden watch:

Baby Mouth Friendly

When my daughter drenches her saliva on the band, it doesn’t seem as dangerous and toxic as a steel band. Gnawing on wood like a little beaver seems much cuter than crunching on metal like a junkyard compactor. As an added bonus, it’s softer on her toothless gums, so that’s another plus. Writing that out made me realize that I need to be a better parent and get my kid a proper chew toy. I mean my dog had ten times more chew toys than my daughter – clearly the fur baby was more important than the human baby is now.

She prefers the woodiness over metal
She prefers the woodiness over metal

It’s Light but no Lightweight

When you have to carry an 18lbs bowling ball with flailing arms and legs with one arm, you need all the strength you can get. So carrying a bulky blinged out watch is the last thing you want. The wood design is light, but solid enough to look stylish.

That Style

Okay, this has nothing to do with being a dad, but this watch makes me feel like a hipster. Not in a negative let’s make fun of the ridiculous hipster way, but in a good way. Since I’ve been wearing it, people have stopped me to ask me about the watch. There’s just something cool about having a wooden watch. It’s totally a hipster thing. But it also sets me up for really good dad joke opportunities like:

Stranger – “That’s a pretty neat watch, is it made of wood?”
Me – “You bet it is, wood you like to try it on?”

Okay, that hasn’t happened yet, but when it does I’ll be the one barking.

Terrible dad puns aside, the watch forced me to dress better, if that makes any sense. I felt obligated to mix and match with some patterns, and also button up my oxford shirt sleeves. The way it coordinates with plaid also works so well. I’d imagine lumberjacks to have this type of watch – gold miner would wear gold, and a diamond miner would bling out with diamonds, so why wouldn’t a lumber jack have one of these bad boys?


Final Remarks

Jord Fieldcrest Wood Watch

As someone who kind of stopped caring what he wore since having a baby, this was exactly the shot in the arm I needed to start putting thought into style. I know I’ll never be the cool dad, fit dad, or hip dad, but perhaps I can be a better put together dad.

I’m not saying this watch is revolutionary or re-invented the wheel. But if you are looking for a father`s day gift, or a more unique gift for men, this might be a good one to consider.

If you are considering purchasing, please check out the Jord website through my Dad Mode:On link.

To be clear, I do not receive compensation or any commission for you visiting their store through my link, but it helps them keep track of whether or not they should continue to work with me in the future. So please check out them out through my Jord Woodwatches link! 🙂

And if you`re interest in the  Fieldcrest watch that I’m wearing in particular, here’s the direct link to the watch on your store.


Wood Watch Review

It Took Becoming A Parent To Realize My Parents Were Amazing

Let me start with this photo:

Yep – That’s Me Playing Air Guitar for my Birthday Party

That’s me when I was seven years old, enjoying a fantastic birthday party with a bunch of my grade 2 friends. On the surface, it may not seem like a big deal. But thinking about it more recently, it actually means a whole lot being one of the few Asian families in my community.

Notice that I said Asian and I wasn’t specific to Chinese, well when you are in such a predominantly Caucasian community, you are simply lumped together. This is not a shot of the people in the town, but rather there just weren’t too many Chinese (let alone Asian) families in the town of less than 10,000. So a little bit of ignorance is understandable.

In fact, I was mistaken for an Aboriginal kid on numerous occasions. So really no harm, no foul.

Basically I was the token Chinese/Japanese/Korean/Filipino Kid of the group
Basically I was the token Chinese/Japanese/Korean/Filipino Kid of the group

Knowing this, I now sense that my parents probably went through even greater obstacles as new immigrants, in learning about a completely new culture. Because of that, the fact that they were able to put together this birthday party with pizza, video games, balloons, and loot bags was truly amazing.

They had the “just make it work mentality” and this is something I, now as a parent, must figure for my daughter.

I can only image the amount of stress they must have went through to plan and execute uprooting our family from Hong Kong to Hinton, Alberta.

And for that I am grateful.

It’s hard enough for my wife and I to plan out a day at a zoo, let alone flying across the world to start a new life. Apparently they shipped a large container of furniture by sea to Edmonton, and drove a freight into the small town.

What’s even a crazier is the fact that they did hardly knowing any English.

Perhaps I should’ve realized this sooner – I mean should it really take becoming a father for me to really clue in on how tough it must have been for my folks?

But I suppose that’s one of the magical features that come with having your own kid:

When you have a kid, you not only learn how to be a parent, but you learn how your parents were as parents.

More likely than not, you learn that your folks are kind of amazing.

Regardless of timing, I just feel that I needed to share this and advertise that my parents were pretty awesome.

I hope that one day I will be able to do at least half of what they’ve done for me and my brother, for my daughter. If I can do that, she’ll be a pretty lucky girl.

Pretty Awesome Folks
Pretty Awesome Folks