Marshal Dillon Dingle, darling Snuggly, sniffle-y, cute and snarling Was born on an August marning Two whole years ago. He popped out with some attitude... Read More
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… on being a professional shepHerd(er)
Okay, so sometimes when you become a professional photographer like I am (because, again, once someone asked if they could frame a photo from... Read More
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… on a starving lab, who never seems to learn
Every morning, at about 9:00 we get ready to feed the dogs. The Nearly Perfect Husband heads on into the hall and has them... Read More
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… on googled stuff that brings folks here… who knew?!
In Maine, lobster buoys mark the spot where a lobsterman (oh ya, I said it. I said lobsterman instead of lobsterwoman or lobsterperson. I... Read More
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… on a letter to lab experts… who weren’t.
Dear Lab Expert, Oh, you know who you are. One of countless people who told us, with great certainty, that our newly acquired hyperkinetic... Read More
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… on transitions in dingleville (it’s gonna be an adventure!)
Hi! So it’s been a crazy few days leading up to “Mac and Jack Moving Day” (MJMD (why not?!) And today is the day!... Read More
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… on more maine wordS with friendS (that’s you!)
In the as-of-the-day-before-yesterday tradition of redefining wordS (which I am sharing with you so now I am calling ‘Maine WordS with FriendS’ because we... Read More
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… on a new maine dictionary
The other day I wrote that Maine is “a place where words are redefined on a daily basis”, and then I gave a for... Read More
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… on jungle cats… er…dogs
I know. Powerful. Elegant. And I can now tell you…. move-y. This thing moves all the time. Not only do you need to find this... Read More
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… on hole-y marshal dillon dingle.
In photography, when you take a photo and then you don’t do anything to it, because you do not rent Photoshop or are too... Read More
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… on the relativity of a pile of crap
The other day, I was hangin’ out down at Baby Beach. Baby Beach has the official name of Hendricks Head, but we have called... Read More
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… on me and stephen hawking and twister
This morning I met Fred, a human, in the Old Barn. I made the point because there is also Fred-the-dog, who doesn’t really know... Read More