Real time
This afternoon, with all fed, settled, watered and no one needing me, I laid down with the eight puppies in…
12 Pups and Tears For A Good Dog
When the phone rang that morning a while back, twelve puppies lay sleeping in contented piles at my feet. Snuggled…
A Simple Gift of Immeasurable Greatness
ODE TO A LITTLE YELLOW DOG For quite a few years now, I’ve had a special friend that I only…
Acceptance
Many summers ago, we hit a wave of events that turned the summer into something far from what I had…
Caring for Others
Here’s a powerful thought from Edith Windsor: “If you really care about the quality of somebody’s life as much as…
In My Good Death
HAWKS HUNT’S MAN IN BLACK “CASH” Feb 1, 2004-April 20, 2013 In the early hours of this day, our lovely…
Keep the Claws in the Paws
When he arrived a few years ago, he was barely 9 ounces but already close to 6 weeks old. Every…
Mud and Math
Math was never one of my favorite subjects. Not particularly interested in the relative speeds of trains traveling east or…
Never Other Than A Whole Being
Often weary of how humans elevate themselves as superior using self referential (not to mention self reverential) logic, I was…
Pushing Past and Unrealistic Expectations
Spring has truly sprung here. The resident woodcocks are back, winging their way around the farm in relentless circling flights,…
