Dog-sitting in Portland
I did it! Achieved the dream, the nirvana evening I’d been longing for. One fireplace, one book, two dogs, and me. It was every bit as good as I’d hoped. If I… Continue reading
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Lucy
You always know it’s coming. But that doesn’t make it any easier. Yes, she’d been slowing down lately, showing her age, but that just meant she’d take short breaks while playing full-bore fetch… Continue reading
The problem with puppies
The problem with puppies is that they love too much. The small puppy ball, barely a foot tall, cute as can be, eyes teeth paws and all, found us again as we left… Continue reading
Lycian Way Day One, the part where we almost died
The beach was so beautiful, so open and warm, I had no idea that within three hours I’d be calculating the risk of death by exposure, freezing to death in the mountains versus… Continue reading
Lycian Way, Day One, mighty fine indeed
You know the Camino de Santiago, you’ve read about the Appalachian Trail, and you saw that movie about the Pacific Crest Trail, but have you heard of the Lycian Way? The 540 kilometer… Continue reading
Good night, Lucy
Over the past couple months, Lucy and I have worked out a little routine before bed. When I go in to fill up my water glass, she comes out and meets me… Continue reading
Take the good, take the bad, enjoy the now
The texture of the thing is smooth, and it has a pleasant earthy stink to it before we light it on fire. It’s also surprisingly light; you’d think something with such a known… Continue reading
The messenger
Lose your girlfriend? Lose your home? Lose the job you were hoping to start? Lose sight of the how and the who and the where and the what? And the when just seems… Continue reading
Sam has issues
“I’m not sure if Sammy did something really bad in a previous life, which is why he is the way he is, or if he did something really good, which is why he… Continue reading
Lucy saves the day
Splinters from the weather-worn planks scrape my knees as they thump to the dock. The thud echoes down to where the fires are still burning from my desperate last stand, homemade molotov cocktails… Continue reading
