Mira and I walked the trails at Seward while Devin worked with Flip on a ‘Reforestation’ project. Soon we will be running these because they are gorgeous and Mira only has two speeds – sleep and run.
She dug her heels in the couch. It felt good to stretch. It felt good to kill.
She’d always wondered, of course. How could you not? What would she hear? What would it smell like as she held its lifeless body in her jaws? Would she move quickly enough if her much smaller companion could flush it out from its cover?
She rang its neck and dropped it when asked. I looked it right in the beady dying eye and crushed its skull with my trusty rock hammer.
Happy belated New Year! So far 2013 has been pretty great. We’re in the process of wrangling our thousands of personal photos to one place which is a little more complex than I would have imagined. Here are some that I’ve managed to get my mitts on of some random stuff we’ve been doing lately. You’ll quickly learn that our new favorite family hobby is the dog. Sorry.
Tonight we’re going to MIL’s birthday dinner and then coming home to be bummed about the weekend being over. I’ll tell you all about it later.
One of the first things I ever put on the Internet was an America Online-hosted memorial marking the passing of Wee Willie Wolfman. I once saw Willie vivisect a pigeon in the time it took you to read the word “vivisect.” My Dad bought him specifically for his breed’s rodent murdering proficiency. He developed a gimp walk but stubbornly lived on as his rear third seemed to develop leprosy. He was awesome-
but not beyond compare. There are truly singular dogs out there and- on occasion- we talking monkeys are fortunate enough to share our lives with that of an exceptional canine. Here’s to Shillelagh and those of us lucky enough to have known the furriest Clint Eastwood warrior monk street urchin out there.