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 […]
When Xena died last summer, I didn’t really write about it. I couldn’t. It was one of those rare times when words fluttered away from me like a flock of frenetic finches. Tonight, as 2010 gasps its last and the Knoxville Years draw to a close, I decided to scatter the big dog’s ashes in […]