Happiness. It's relative.
The woman yelled out “Leave it!” when her Siberian Husky got too persistent in his sniffing of a small, slightly overweight Beagle. She yelled a few more times, giving that tone people do when they try to pretend this is the very first time… Continue Reading “Alright: Keep Doing What You’re Doing”
My right arm is a collection of bruises, mostly gained in the process of unloading Tempest from the truck. You see, she is compelled to leap, dash, climb over and under other dogs and things to get out the door first. This meant that,… Continue Reading “Tempest WAITS!”
Today was a better day with my new dog, Romy. I didn’t get head-butted putting on his leash. I can still feel the result of yesterday’s crash if I move my fingers along the bone under my eye but there’s no bruise. So it… Continue Reading “Dog Days”
I’m writing this standing up at the counter in the kitchen. My new dog, Romeo, known mostly at Romy, is sitting on the rug behind me waiting for me to recognize what a good boy he’s being by not attacking the very senior dog,… Continue Reading “Old Gal, Young Dog”
How bad or how often does someone have to screw up to make them beyond redemption? What does it take to redeem oneself after showing really bad behavior? What do these questions have to do with this picture of a dog? After years of… Continue Reading “Two a Day #4: Is Redemption Possible?”
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