Whosoever loveth me loveth my hound. . (Sir Thomas More) . .
Is there really anything more? You betcha: friends, coffee and chocolate.close
I’ve got your back, little buddy. You’ve got my hairy belly, turned wrong-side up when I’m looking for a scratch. I’ve got your friendship, little buddy. You’ve got my pillow beside your bed, a hug, a walk, a ball-toss. I’ve got your heart, little buddy. And you’ve […]
Dear Darlene, Oh, lady, thanks for choosing me when I scampered my clumsy shadow-tripping way onto your lap as you knelt in the newspaper covered kennel, the one that reeked of assorted puppy stuff, but you and those two fellers with ya, ignored the aroma, petted my head, […]
One summer, a simple country girl and a simple country feller cut the apron stings and united in the mayhem of marriage, err, I mean holy matrimony. They moved, unpacked, and mastered their culinary Top Ramen skills — all in the midst of their newfound collegiate adulthood where they gained higher […]
He was part grown when he moved into our home – an odd combination of goofy labrador, stoic bloodhound. I remember when he yanked raspberry vines, got them stuck in the doggy-door, his guilty smile, thumping tail betrayed his woeful eyes. Chaz the dog pushed, […]
Whiskered, black chins tilt skyward furry necks and grungy blue collars exposed as their raucous, tandem howling exceeds beginner harmonica’s yowling. Even after spittle stops flying and breath stops pressing hard from music-learning mouths, I cover my ears laugh loud tears until I relent, join them with lips pressed hard toward the moon. . . June […]
Handle my broken? You’re kidding, right? I’ll sweep, gentle-like, sharp shards of glass; replace with glue, a mug’s cracked handle; tape a page, nearly tore in two — but staunch the wounds of my own heart? It’s not possible, plausible, sensible that I’m worth any […]