Archive for May, 2014

Walking at night…

What I’ve learned, literally. God never made a monkey that won’t bite. Only buy de-sacked skunks. Raccoons can find food anywhere. It’s had to force-feed a 10-foot boa. And always walk at night with a big dog.


Will someone please explain this to me? When I was a child, my dog, at the risk of is own death, belly busted into the pool fully intent on keeping me afloat. I’ve read all about wolves. I know what the pack is willing to do for its leader. I know that my family became his pack the day we picked him up at the pound and I became the leader. But, how did he transpose all that over to me to the extent of: knowing I was in peril, and figuring he needed to do something about it. Is there any other animal in the world wired like a dog?

Talking to dogs…

I don’t know about you, but I started talking to dogs as soon as I could speak. I am not absolutely sure why we do this. We all know, or should know, that they do not talk back to us. But somehow, and those of you who talk to them will understand, they still communicate. It may be a bark, a whine, a grumble, a growl, a yodel, a smile, a raised eyebrow, or even a blank stare…which probably means they wonder why we are talking in a foreign language…still, it’s a message.

Dogs and Heaven

“You think dogs will not be in Heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.” Robert Louis Stevenson


If the relationships, bonds, and friendships we have with others are our greatest assets, then too, a dog at our side is as immeasurable in value. They help us stave off loneliness, fear, and need. They protect us from physical and mental aggressors. They remind us that food, water, shelter and a pat on the head is really plenty for anyone to be happy.

What dogs do!

No, Henry. You are wrong. Dogs ARE mate-substitutes, empty-nest substitutes and child substitutes. In fact, they are one of the reasons I believe in God, because I’ve seen them do more things for humans than humans do for humans.

The Bog

Please consider joining my page about dogs, thanks. It’s called The Bog.


Even Best Friends have a tough day now and then.


Those of us, the ones who run each event of Special Olympics,

by calling out names, getting them to the line, cheer them to the finish, and hand out ribbons, never noticed a glitch with the addition of more athletes…it was a great day for all!