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It was just last night that that it happened. 9:07pm exactly. The final straw, one step too far, the proverbial line crossed. I shudder to think back on it!

But first, I want you to realize that I am a good dog. They say, “Sit,” I sit. They say, “Come,” I come. Well....most of the time anyway. There are certain time... More

My Red Heeler, Pippa, has two very set ideas about going out to play or walk.

The first is that weather just doesn't come into the equation. Whatever the weather, Pippa is going out. She follows the US Postal Service motto... “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of t... More

I read in the local paper about a dog adoption event, and it got me thinking. A lot of my friends have connected with the right dog, and they get lots of love and companionship out of the bargain, so I decided I'd give it a try.

The event was only a few days away, but luckily they still had room for another human. Early on the bi... More

One of the quietest breeds I've ever had is the Australian Cattle Dog, aka Heeler.   A primary goal in the development of the breed was to produce a herding dog who worked without barking.

My Heeler/German Shepherd mix, Scout, generally follows the book.  She rarely barks.  But put her in the car, and all bets are off.

As soon as her paws hit the seat, she starts belting out her own special noise with great intensity.  She sounds like a hungry monkey who's spotted a bunch of bananas that's just out of reach.

It's not barking.  It's more like an over... More
Offensive.  One of those words that has more than one definition.  It can be an attack - as opposed to defensive - or it can be used to describe something that's somehow insulting.  In this case, I'm using it in both ways.

I wrote a little while back about how my dogs tend to shun me when I try to take pictures of them.  One turns away her head while the other simply tur... More
When I was a child, my mother would occasionally, not too often, bring home small, inexpensive gifts to my brother and me that had no relation to any special day and were just given out of the goodness of her heart.  She called such a little present a happy.

Nowadays, I mostly get happies from my dogs.  Not so much from Scout anymore, but Pippa is fond of searching out a special g... More
Before I got my camera, I would have said that all the world was my friend.  Well, maybe not ALL the world, but at least people and animals that I encountered tolerated my presence.

Then, I got that big (well, not so big, but bigger than my old one) black camera, and now, NOBODY loves me anymore!

It may be the fact that I've gotten to be one of those people who hardly ever sets ... More
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When it comes to photography, the art has always eluded me.  Being severely camera-challenged since birth, I have never aspired to anything more than the old point-and-shoot method.

About twenty-five years ago, back in the ancient days of film, I got my first camera, a Kodak pocket camera.  It was easy to operate and took wonderful pictures.  Perfect for a camera dummy. ... More
Scout and Pippa are mending their ways for the year 2013, and here are a few of the areas they've resolved to improve in the coming twelve months.

1. (Pippa)  I will not pop my racquetballs anymore.  Of course, since she bought those better ones that I can't pop no matter how hard I try, I don't have much of a poppin' chance, do I???

2. (Scout)  I will come when I'm ca... More