From time to time, I’ve heard said, “lighten up, it’s just a dog,” or “that’s a lot of money for just a dog.” Those who said it don’t understand how pleasurable the distance traveled and the time spent with just a dog can be. In an eventful life, some of my most fun moments have come about […]
Old Miss Carruthers had died a crazy old cat lady. Little did we know, but her twin brother Angry Andy also had a vendetta against dogs, and seemingly one particular dog. We found out when a picture started to show up around the neighborhood. “What did you do?” I pulled the picture off the post […]
There was a stirring beside me… it brushed past like a gust of wind. Something moved fast and headed away from me. What the hell…?
You always remember something like that. Loved ones that were lost. Found, but never the same. Recently, I had realized he was gone but hadn’t known what happened to Rocky, my stuffed squirrel toy. Until I did. And if that fat, sun-basking lizard I had surprised, hadn’t led me around and under the palmetto in […]
It was always something, and Stan was guilty of many things… but not this one. They said they only had a few questions. That was an hour ago and still here I sit. I didn’t do it. But I can’t tell them that when it happened, I was with Nanette the poodle from next door. They […]
As it shot higher than she was tall it was as if the tree stooped a bit to lift her from the ground and hold her as they grew and looked out over their world.
The noises irritated us in the early morning hours of each day but only slightly. Then things went missing–thieves–in the night. That’s when action became necessary. I was a light sleeper but had failed to catch them. Twice I almost had and this morning had managed to trail one of them into the backyard. The […]
Both are scarred and damaged; she wounded in combat and he raised and abused by the owner of a savage dog-fighting ring. But together — woman and dog — find love, trust and peace. The very things they dreamed and wished for but thought they’d never have.
Few things were more beautiful and enjoyable (to me) than watching my children run to me when they were young kids. From the weebles and wobbles of just learning to walk/run… to just before they grew past childhood and became too big for such things. Arms out, hair flying… a smile as big as the sky. Pure joy on their face …
He held her hand as she slept. His eyes closed and head nodded as he slipped into a dream. They were young again, sitting on their bench, watching many suns rise and many more set. If he only could do it all again. With her.