There are a lot of great reasons to own a dog. But one of the best is that it keeps me active. Want proof? This is from the pedometer on my iPhone. Notice how my step counts drop precipitously after Ozzy’s death in November. Then in April they start to climb again. Walking Sunshine three […]
Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty-nine Get out the pans, don’t just stand there dreaming Get out the way, get out the way Here comes sunshine Here comes sunshine — Hunter/Garcia, Here Comes Sunshine, 1973 Ozzy’s death hit me hard, and it was a while before I could even consider another dog. But living […]
I’m still reeling from the loss of Ozzy, but this little guy’s visit during the Thanksgiving holiday helped somewhat. Toby is a corgi puppy, about 9 weeks old, who was visiting with our friends from Tennessee. It was great to have a wee one running around, and it also was a sobering reminder of how […]
He was a good dog. No, really. A great dog. The last time I sat with tears soaking my keyboard like this, I was writing about the demise of Gilligan, the black-and-tan coonhound from hell. But Ozzy was different. When he was bounding toward the woods, high on whatever scent had seized his canine brain, […]
This was in the London Daily Mail. Fantastic photos of a boy and his dog … made me think of the late, great Xena.
Capitol, a photo by Suffering the Benz on Flickr. Lara and I spent Saturday exploring museums. First, we hit the Gauguin exhibit that’s at the National Gallery of Art. Great stuff. We also drifted through a nice exhibit of Gabriel Metsu’s work. I wasn’t really familiar with the 17th century Dutch painter. I also spent […]