There are times I see him asleep, so still and with the pink tip of tongue peeking out, that I place my hand on his ribs to feel him breath. Jager has two speeds these days. Deep Sleep and Full… Read More ›
Dogs of Sword House
Dogs don’t lie
“Hey, Mike,” says Holly. “We’re friends, right?” “Sure, I guess,” says Micron. “Why?” “Because you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”says Holly. “I mean, I could count on you to tell me something straight up and not kibble coat the… Read More ›
Suburban Truckin’
It could just be a girl thing, but I’ve never really understood this relationship between the suburban man and his truck. OK sure, who doesn’t find himself in occasional need to haul a mess of something that either a) doesn’t fit… Read More ›
What difference does it make?
“Sorry. I have to ask,” she said. “I mean … no offense, but why does it matter? What difference does it make at this point?” I stopped petting Micron to look up at her. The question got my attention, not only… Read More ›
Woven into our very being
It’s never easy when someone close to you has said their last good-bye to their dog. You want to help, to console, but really all you can do is just be there for them. There are those who talk of… Read More ›
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