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 …
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Ozzy, 2002-2016
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, …
Dia de Los Muertos
“Only against death does man cry out in vain.” — Malcolm Lowry Anita seemed perplexed. Lara, Emma and I were all standing in the middle of San Gregorio Cemetery with tears streaming down our cheeks. It was all so beautiful. So sad. So poignant. We were surrounded by hundreds, perhaps thousands, of Mexican families who …
Xena, 1999-2010
Big dog. Big heart.
Server migration turns up lost gems
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 …
Return to Melton Hill Lake
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 …
Strategies for a wounded Newf …
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 …