She will always be there to remember

Willow The Best Dog There Was: March 28, 2009-March 22, 2021 The line in the song “Mr. Bojangles” always caught my heart, even before we lost Willow on my 68th birthday, one year ago: “He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him traveled about. The dog up and died; he upContinue reading “She will always be there to remember”

Willow finds a home

Once upon a time, in the Land of Wisconsin, in the County of Door, a good noble dog we’ll call Goldie gave birth to six puppies. There was Willie and Walter, and WoWo and Wilma, and Wooster and Willow, and they were the sweetest golden puppies you ever did see. They played and they played,Continue reading “Willow finds a home”

A selfie with Summer

I took a lot of selfies with Willow. My Facebook profile picture is still a portrait of me and Will, even though she departed this plain of existence 11 months ago. Summer is seven months old this weekend. As predicted, our new little girl cannot fill the hole in my heart that is the absenceContinue reading “A selfie with Summer”

W.B.’s Book Report: The Andy Carpenter Mysteries

Andy Carpenter and I have a lot in common, although I have one bone to pick with him. He shares his life with a beautiful golden retriever named Tara, whom he describes as the greatest creature on Earth. This, of course, is a falsehood, seeing as it was my privilege to have spent nearly 12Continue reading “W.B.’s Book Report: The Andy Carpenter Mysteries”

The First Dog There Was

(rerun from Feb. 7, 2017. Willow The Best Dog There Is™ left us last year, so the photo is of Dejah and Summer.) It was the evening of Feb. 7, 1959. Dad took me and my two brothers for a ride in the car. I don’t remember the pretext or where we went. I justContinue reading “The First Dog There Was”

Perspective and all

I was taking Summer for a walk in our front yard (That reminds me, after I write this I need to deal with picking up after Summer) and we watched the highway traffic pass, 100 feet or so up the hill and across the frontage road from our yard. A semi-truck emblazoned with a beerContinue reading “Perspective and all”

Summer the Kind

Summer the puppy loves to have something in her mouth. She is always gnawing on a bone or a doggie toy, and her first move upon going outside is to snag a brown leaf or a twig off the ground to carry about, like a stereotypical hayseed with a toothpick hanging out the side ofContinue reading “Summer the Kind”

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