July 30, 2024
The Morning After… it’s so quiet. A friend noted, in a comment last night, that this might be due to a certain missing heartbeat. Could be. That heart beat pretty strong for a lot of years. Another friend mentioned that the routines are different on that very first morning without your beloved dog, maybe that... Read more...
July 29, 2024
Gotcha Day. The anticipation, the excitement, the giddiness… The joy. This is the beginning of a brand new being, for the puppy or rescued or re-homed dog… and the family. We fall in love with them even as they muddy our floors or chew on our sofas or steal food off the counters (or all... Read more...
July 17, 2024
It’s early… cool… humid. The gardens’ heady scents, joined by saltwater, are invisible joys cast from, it seems, all directions. I am not fooled. What is comfortable now will be hot… hot… once the sun takes up position directly above (right now it’s about a half inch – according to my index finger and thumb, positioned... Read more...
Okay. Let me get this out of the way right now. I have permission to tell this story, directly from the perp. Also, yes, the... Read More
One funny moment after Jack proposed to Mac (and Mac dissolved, pretty much, into a melted snowman puddle (but recovered quickly enough for us... Read More
This spring morning I awoke to the conversations of a thousand winged beings. And as I yawned and stretched I realized… This was nature’s... Read More
Every Easter Sunday morning since First Born Mac was puny (pew-knee), there has been a rather loud and massive hunt for candy. The Easter... Read More