Fifteen years
What puppies are good for.
I miss my pups. Another Milo doppelganger in Germany.
I didn’t know that you needed to have your ID to walk the dogs. And so much for the “Am I being detained? No? Then I’m exercising my constitutional rights and walking away.” I guess he’s “educated” now. As were the UC Davis protesters. Contempt of cop is a crime.
Two days before Xmas in Southern California. Warm water, warm breeze, barefoot on the beach.
“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of […]
Color photos taken in Russia pre WW1: Original here. And the H dog in 2004:
“We are alone, absolutely alone on this chance planet: and, amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us.” — Maurice Maeterlinck, My Dog 1906
Coyote
Late of an evening, one of the last runs of the summer for the dogs, though not for me. I like summer evenings. Cool, but I’m warm from the day, and old injuries stay old. Fading light, heading down into the arroyo, no one else to be seen for the entire distance. A coyote stands […]