Hello… my name is Ember’s Firebug. I am a 12 1/2 year old purebred, registered Yorkshire Terrier who has lived with Ron and Glenda since I was 6 weeks old. They keep my hair cut short in a Schnauzer clip. Don’t laugh – you ought to see what they do to their own hair! They call me ‘Bugs’ or ‘Buggy’. What kind of people would call a fine, well-bred canine such an awful name? They say that I pester them a lot… well this is my chance to tell the world ALL about these people. Ron and Glenda don't really know what to tell you about themselves, but I DO!   I know a thing or two about what is going on around here, believe me!  The weird things that I could tell you……

Here’s some history on Ron and Glenda.  Both of them have a very weird sense of humor and most of what I say comes straight from the “Horse’s mouth”:

Ron was raised in Northern B.C. Glenda says that he is what happens when cousin’s marry…she can’t believe that a million sperm fought to create someone like him!   WHATEVER …anyways, Ron’s family worked and farmed in the Chetwynd area. They did mixed farming way back when…well, the Eaton’s catalogue wasn’t used JUST for shopping, if ‘ya know what I mean!  Glenda grew up in Red Deer, Alberta …like there’s no weird people there! Yah, sure! 

They met in Whitehorse, Yukon a long, long time ago. They became instant friends and after just three weeks they got married! What a whirlwind wedding that must have been! They say that LOVE is BLIND - BUT it's MARRIAGE that's a real EYE OPENER! The truth is that Ron was living with his parents after getting out of the Army. I guess the grub was better! He used to go to the neighborhood pub and then after having a few too many, he’d come home and sing all night long. If you have ever heard Ron sing, then you would know why his Mother proposed they get married! That was the only way they could get him to leave home again! I don’t know of anyone who was proposed to by the Mother-in-law! Mom Deziel took them to the Kopper King pub and after a few beers – popped the big question! Ron and Glenda slurred, ”Okay”.  Weird, eh?  They’ve been married for over 34 years now.

Anyways, get this… Ron BORROWED the $5.00 from Glenda to pay for the Marriage License (he’d spent all his money at the pub getting up the nerve to go to the altar, I guess)!  Glenda won’t leave him til he pays her back! He can’t pay her back, cause she keeps him BROKE! Sad stuff, eh? This is the stuff that makes Country music! That’s what they like! And not always the new singers… like oldies! I guess if the shoe fits!  My ears ring when Glenda turns up the bluegrass… and she says I’M DEAF!

You can’t tell from the pictures on their page, but Ron has a teeny, weeny behind and Glenda, well… I hear that it has grown a lot… well, like the song says… you could ‘land a small plane on it’!  She’s definitely ‘metabolically challenged’! I think Ron’s hinney has been ‘chewed on’ more than hers. I know that when she gets to raggin’ on me, I run and hide.

I wasn’t here for the first twenty years. I hear that it had lots of highs and some real lows. Ron and Glenda like to laugh a lot and tease each other. I think that helped them get along. Personally, if I was Ron, I would have done ‘er in a long time ago. He’d have done less time if he did… seven years… then ‘yer free!

They used to have a life before it was taken over by the equines. Ron’s work moved them from Whitehorse to Terrace and then back to Red Deer. Glenda worked at Eaton’s - helping them go broke! I personally liked the people at Eaton’s – they all thought that I was so cute!

Along the way, they had two sons and their time was pretty well taken up with work and family. However, they did find time for hunting, fishing, camping and a lot of golf…. Well a lot of swinging, anyways! People would oft refer to them as “The Mulligan’s” … “Look, dear! The Mulligan’s are out to duff it about the course today!” 

Ron was an expert marksman (from the Army) and he liked hunting. It was the “killing part” that he just had trouble with and that kept them hungry – thank goodness for Safeways! And fishing… well, Glenda is the only person I know of who has caught 2 grayling AND a rock in one cast… and landed all. How weird is that!

It was at a very sad time in their lives, when their youngest son passed away suddenly, that they found me.  I have tried to be their friend and I think I do a bang up job of that!

 Here’s how their establishment evolved:

After awhile they decided that life was way too short to not try and achieve your dreams. Their son Rick had always wanted to live in the country. So when Ron and Glenda were looking for a name and talking about brands and ideas for their little operation, they wanted to include an R for Rick. That is how the name Lovin 'R' Paints came to be.

Then they got really weird and bought a few horses. Why they didn’t buy dogs is the big question??? They might be makin’ money by now if they did. I don’t eat much at all. And Ron lets me sleep on his pillow, so they wouldn’t have to buy all that straw and stuff! Boy did they err there, eh? Lovin 'R' Pooches would have been just fine with me!

But they did bring home a dog. She’s not a purebred. Her name is Wiser! Yep’ that’s my bud-Wiser! She’s supposed to be a farm dog, but she spends most of the time snoozing on the couch! She does come outside with me – she’s my body guard against the coyotes and foxes and other scary things.

Glenda collects things….. Like she collects salt and pepper shakers.   She has over 500 sets, most of them over 50 years old -just like her…. weird, eh?  Antiques and things like us.  She paints and does crafts. She even paints on SKULLS! UGH! And Ron helps her! How weird is that??? Both Ron and Glenda like animals….. All the strays in the world are welcome here.  They don’t have cats, but they buy cat food… because they have adopted every stray cat in town and they all arrive for the 'Deziel Smorgasbord' regularly.

Ron and Glenda used to love the odd and unusual auction; I’ll let you guess why. They don't go anymore - Glenda says Ron has to stay at home. I guess she's worried that someone might bid on him! Anyways, back to the story...

Glenda decided she liked the raucous bray of donkeys. So they went to an auction. The story goes: Glenda kept poking Ron saying, “Bid”, “bid some more”, “bid some more”, then “Whoa, stop bidding! That’s too high!” When the bidding stopped, she said, “What dumb fool paid that?” … Ron said, “We did!” He   seldom listens to her - just tunes her out! That is all you can do with her.  But she still keeps her jaw a flappin'. I laugh when summer comes around. She’s out their doin’ chores, talkin’ away to all them dumb critters and I don’t know how many bugs she’s swallowed! She comes in with her arms waving, spitting and a sputtering. She just can't keep her mouth shut! I think that she is a slow learner!

In any event they started collecting miniature donkeys and now we have lots of braying around here.  Good thing I am a little hard of hearing like Ron.

We live at Gadsby now. It is the smallest village in Alberta – a ghost town! Ya’ can’t even get a can of Alpo here! There are no stores or pubs or anything! They don’t mind having no pubs. They quit drinking after the whole proposal thing! That was enough to turn them off! Ron and Glenda. have about 50 acres – just enough for the two of them and a few critters.

After we moved out here, Ron and Glenda’s oldest son decided that they were getting too weird even for him; he wanted no part of country living! So he headed off to follow his dreams - he moved to Australia. Now Ron and Glenda are ‘shoveling’ all alone.

Just this year Auntie's dogs came to stay with us. I like her - she's Glenda's sister. She’s a little weird too, but that’s a whole other story - maybe it runs in their family. She usually just brings treats, but then she brought “her babies”. My nose was definitely out of joint, I can tell you!

Tigger is a Great Dane and Scooter (Miss Know-it-all-Smarty-Britches) is a Jack Russell terrier. Everyone thinks that she is sooo… smart! They are sooo…dumb! It’s like.. “Hello, People! She can’t be that smart or cute! She isn’t a Yorkie!” Ron even lets her sleep in bed with US!

They told Tigger that he couldn’t 'advertise his availability' to any females while in the house… so he had to wear boxer shorts! Too funny! They gave him a bedroom with his own double bed! Too weird! But Tigger and Scooter are getting old too. So it’s getting like a Senior Citizen’s home here. We all just worry about our diets and our bladders and keeping warm on cool nights!

Anyways, I think that I can speak for all the critters here. We help Ron and Glenda feel useful and happy. We have them pretty well trained – but it’s been a hard task! Speaking of training, they don’t claim or want to be horse trainers; they just want to raise nice horses. We think they do that.  And they just love us all for who we are.

I know that sometimes they look at me and say that I’d be eighty-something if I were human. I don’t know what that means. I just know that they will look after us all and laugh and enjoy doing it.  I just know that when all my teeth are all gone, they’ll take the time to mash my food.  When I get too old to go outside and down the stairs, they will carry me. I know that when I am gone, that I will be missed and that they will think that they have been truly blessed by having each other, family, good friends, good horses and me. NOW HOW GREAT IS THAT!

Browse around this site and see what my life is really like with Ron and Glenda.  If you want some really good dirt on these two, email or call… I’d be glad to share!