Do you know why I pulled you over? asked the Dayton City cop. The Husband doesn’t respond at first to those least favorite eight words of the wayfarer. He’s focused on going through the preliminaries of getting out his license…. Read More ›
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May the Fourth
Micron Solo, Jabba and Princess Euka. I can’t find my tomato stakes, my lamentation for this sunny May afternoon. Then what’s that you’re using? asks My Favorite Kid. Bamboo kebab skewer thingies I found in the kitchen junk drawer, I say…. Read More ›
The ears have it
Mini Micron.Pre-photo session. Hey Micron! says Euka. You big goldengoober! Lookit! Look at what, Puppy Piddler? asks Micron, annoyed. He doesn’t look up from chewing a stick. It’s a good stick. Fresh from the mulch pile. ‘Member the time you… Read More ›
This calls for the Class A uniform
Come a little closer. I can’t lick you yet. I reach for the light blue bandanna on the kitchen counter and turn to Micron. Dress, I say to him. My big yellow dog lowers his noggin and slips into the… Read More ›
Wordless Wednesday: I druther a head butt
If I had my druthers, Bodine, says Micron. I druther you doing a head butt than you being a … well, you know. I just happened to have the camera in hand to capture this tender moment between Micron and the… Read More ›
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