Monthly Archives: November 2013

The romance with dogs began during my babyhood. According to my mother, my first word was not “mama” or “dada” but “doggie.”  “Doggie” served me well for a while. Depending upon the inflection, the word became an expression of excitement, … Continue reading →

I deftly scoop the manure with my rake and drop the green-brown balls into my red poop cart. I hear Sox flap his lips as he scoops his morning supplement from the bin hanging in his paddock. From his other … Continue reading →