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Image by Hanna Woźna - Gil - Hanna Woźna - Gil I ran. I'm not proud of the fact, but I did.  I turned tail and ran back the way I'd come, then took off of the track to wade into the shallow water at the lakes edge to hide in the tall weeds and flickering shadows...

Shameless O’Houligan is a big boy.  He can keep up with me running without any trouble at all. Hell, truth told, he could easily outpace me.  But he doesn’t.  When you have a big dog who is a bit of a handful, you need to train them properly or all...

     I don't like to talk about my service.  I try not to think about it too much either.  That latter is harder, because the nightmares . . . well, PTSD is a bitch, let's leave it at that.  Shameless is not, technically, an assistance dog, but he serves in that duty...

Some time ago I gave my father a gag gift of “The Pink Pig.”  I loved it, and we shared a love of oddities and kitsch that many other folks just don’t “get”.  But it never failed to make both of us smile when we saw it (same for the parrot, but that’s...

As I type this there is (again/another/maybe the same one who the hell knows) a bat in my bedroom.  I've discovered it's getting in through the vent to the attic and the vent from my bedroom.  James and I spent a hectic two-in-the-morning the other morning...