My favorite place in all the world is behind a dog. There’s simply nowhere I’d rather be, unless, maybe, my balcony. That’s pretty swell, too, but only from April through October. Well, come to think of it, both spots -- the balcony and the other end of a leash -- are pretty bleak in winter. … Continue reading a dog story
Watching a fluffy, wagging, bouncy dog butt. There’s no sight quite as heartwarming in all the wide world. None. You see, mornings and evenings, I’m a dog walker. Tripping along behind a joyful, sashaying little critter is the very best part of my day. Pulling twigs and gravel and roadside litter from between her clenched teeth, … Continue reading the secret to happiness
Bear with me here, this might not seem very Christmas-y, but it surely is. It’s about hope or possibility or, maybe, just plain weirdness. Of the three, I chose hope. Remember The Late Show with David Letterman? Each year around the holidays Darlene Love performed Baby Please Come Home. It was an annual tradition. I … Continue reading a christmas miracle?
He’s gone. My defiant, exuberant, beloved dog kicked the dust of this world from his paws and marched into the great unknown. Alone. On Wednesday afternoon. I’d hoped he might rally, live on until spring. I didn’t want to surrender him too early, but I was just as determined not to prolong any suffering. Truthfully, … Continue reading a pandora’s box
Yesterday I bought a book because it told me I’m brave. I spent money I don’t have on a book I don’t need because it insinuated I’m intrepid. For doing what I do -- writing. Is that brave? No, it’s irresponsible. Or reckless, which is in the brave ballpark, I suppose, if you stretch the … Continue reading in search of magic