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 […]
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, […]
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.
Now that I can strap my kayak to my truck, I’m striking out and paddling new places. My first trip was Fontana Lake in North Carolina. Next up was Melton Hill Lake, much closer to home. I’ve wanted to paddle Melton Hill for a while. It’s a special place to me. For years when we […]