The Lost Boys

I KNOW THERE IS SOMETHING HERE. Something deep in my terrier brain, a message from my ancient ancestors, compels me forward to FIND THAT DAMN VARMINT. While I have absolutely no idea of what it is, IT SMELLS RIGHT, and that’s all that matters. ONCE MORE, INTO THE BREACH Neither rain, nor sleet, nor CONCRETE…

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Stickebana

I am a creative sort.  A dreamer.  A dog who revels in the natural world, the seasons, and sticks at every opportunity.  Luckily mama understands my nature and encourages me to constantly improve my stick-arranging-talent.  So each day, we leave our apartment with two or three sticks to start. Sometimes I add to the arrangement,…

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Spring Cleaning

Grrr.  That dreaded time that rolls around every year when the weather starts to get warmer, and the grass starts to get greener.  HAIRECUT TIME. For many years I was handstripped by mama and dad – always retaining a bit of my signature scruff, but less, and shorter fuzz.  In the last few years both…

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