Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right
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 …
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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, …
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 …
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 …
