Ozzy crashes after a day of running around the mountains with his buddy Barlow. Barlow is a card-carrying hound. He reminds me immensely of Gilligan, which makes me love him that much more.
Big dog. Big heart.
“Riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.” It’s finally time. Time to hold a wake worthy of the sound and fury that was Gilligan, the black-and-tan coonhound from hell. We’re going to commemorate the noble […]
He was a good dog. Well, no. Not really. Half the time he was a good dog. A SuperDog. Worthy of Polly Purebred. But the other half, he was a whiney, headstrong itch that constantly demanded scratching. And I loved him. I’m proud that my last day with Gilligan was at Frozen Head State Park, […]
If you’re in or near West Knoxville, please keep an eye out for Gilligan, our black and tan coonhound cross. He and Ozzy ran off yesterday at about 5 p.m. Ozzy returned sometime between 1 a.m. and 4 a.m. today (1/16/10). Still no sign of Gilligan. I’ve already filed a report with the animal shelter […]
While I was migrating to new servers, I realized I have a lot of stuff buried on my server that predates my blogging days. Much of it was created with an image program called Arles. Previously, I was linking to much of this from the left rail of my page, but it really didn’t do […]
I’ve dreaded this day for a long time. Xena, the best dog I’ve every owned, came up lame while tormenting Gilligan in the lake on Saturday. A vet visit has confirmed that Xena suffered the equivalent of a human ACL injury in her hind knee. And I’m trying to decide how to proceed. I’ve been […]
This is awesome …
When I migrated from Movable Type to WordPress, I realized there’s a lot of crap on here. More than 600 posts over the past seven years. Someone beaming in from the Google Transporter would be hard pressed to figure out what’s going on here. So I’ve pulled together my favorite posts in a single category […]
It happened again. Gilligan and Ozzy made a mad dash for freedom the other night. I was a little surprised they took off because I was throwing a big, bone-shaped floating toy into the cove for Gilligan. An engaged Gilligan is generally a good Gilligan. But he took off, clenching that goofy fuzzyellowbone and oblivious […]