Or…Whatever you want to do you have to do something else first. One from the many–interruptions, distractions, diversions and alteration of so-called plans. Source: various. But largely and lately, Scout the dog. Moral: do not take on a year old dog as a new member of your household unless you are prepared to be interrupted at every turn. No, you cannot chew up another roll of toilet paper. My razor is not a chew toy. HEY! It’s just an inch-long millipede that somehow crossed …

E(mesis) Pluribus Unum Read more »

There goes the daily squirrel, passing under the window beyond my desk. He was always at such risk, and knew it: tentative, uncertain, hesitant. Gandy was always watching. But this morning, as if he knew he no longer had to fear the eyes tracking him from the house, he is casual. He stops on the walkway below the bell post to preen; twitches his tail defiantly; and without fear, covers the distance to the walnut tree for another meal. He will grow older and …

Now Who Gets My Last Corn Flake? Read more »

Gandy is gone as of an hour ago, after seven years and four months. That’s a lot of dog years, and they were good ones. She had an enchanted life on Goose Creek after being a rescue puppy that could have ended up anywhere, and in not such expansive wilderness with two creeks! Think trailer park tied to a tree. Three days ago she was chasing squirrels on the ridge. Then she went into a rapid decline, and was having difficulty standing, breathing, moving. …

Gandy, Going, Gone Read more »

They have their moments, even though mostly on our round-abouts we’re either keeping Dingo at some distance from Gandy or, when they are at a distance, watching Gandy dominate the confrontations by soundly boxing his ears or sending him tumbling. He finally gets the message. And when they have come to terms, it’s gratifying to see them walking happily side by side–a token of what might lie ahead for these two dogs. Gandy turns 7 in mid-October, so can still keep up and hopefully, …

Two to Tango Read more »

We don’t know what we want. We don’t know what’s best. We don’t know what’s possible. Other than that, our future of dog ownership is perfectly clear. We have been fated to cross paths with a fully worthy young stray (dropoff?) dog who has entered our lives unbidden, perhaps at random, perhaps ordained by the powers that both torment and reward. The rain–and feral dogs–fall on the godly and the ungodly alike. And so we face another full week until we can take Dingo …

Doglemma Read more »