From the moment we eased our car down the driveway of the house that sat on the shore of Old Hickory Lake, and saw eleven white Labrador puppies lined up in a row, each standing on two legs with their paws resting on top of a short chicken wire fence, wagging their little tails at …
Deakie pinned his ears back when he was the most happy, and the most proud.Good boy, Deak. It is with a broken heart that I regretfully announce that Deacon D. Dawg left this life on Friday morning, while I was out of town, visiting with friends in Atlanta, and while the kids were out of …
Aren’t you glad I’m talking about Dog Duties, and not Dog Doodies? Me, too. Now that we’ve scooped that pun out of the way. let’s talk about morning dog duties out here in the woods. You’ve got a job. I’ve got a job. All God’s chilluns got jobs. Even my dogs have jobs, God love …
Neither rain, nor hail, nor life threatening breathing crisis will deter this good boy from his appointed rounds. He pins his ears back like that when he’s really, really happy. You know, down at the vet’s office, they’re all talking about him. Oh, yes, Deacon D. Dawg is the talk of the town: the “Miracle …
It was a hard, hard day. We had a hard day today. The other night, after a very stormy day, our electric fence alarm started screaming, indicating that somewhere around the perimeter the dog fence line might be broken. We unplugged the fence to silence the alarm, since it was late at night, and then, …
February 14 may have been Valentine’s day to YOU, but to those of us in the Boonies, it is also known as Deakie Boy’s Birthday. Deacon D. Dawg turned TWELVE this year. That’s twelve in human years. But that’s eight thousand and seventy-two in doggie years. Or 84. It’s one of those. And we’re proud …
My friend Gary, from Gary’s third pottery blog posted a letter he wrote to his cat, Spike, yesterday. It moved me to tears. Yup. A simple letter to a beloved pet moved me to tears, because I’m sappy that way. His premise for this writing exercise was asking his readers who they might write a letter …
We invited some wonderful friends over for dinner last night. After they arrived, the Big Bison’s hunting buddy asked him if he would show him the fateful spot where my husband was splitting wood the afternoon he had his heart attack. Deacon D. Dawg walked out to the wood pile with them, and, as is …
And I kind of suspect that my Deacon D. Dawg may be in the October of his life. But seasons are to be celebrated, so today, won’t you celebrate with me a beautiful October in the Boonies, as seen from off the balcony off my husband’s studio? As, I type this, it’s very early, and …
I told you so. I’ve been telling you for years. If you know me in real life, for YEARS I have been telling you that I have a bad dog. Here’s his mug shot, as he wears the Cone of Shame: Deacon D. Dawg has been trouble since Day One. For the first three years …