Dogged Adventures: Asheville Is Noisy

The metal carabiner-like clip that fastens to the harness part of Scout-the-Lab’s seatbelt is maddening, like that childhood game Barrel Full of Monkeys: just when you think you’re about to get it clipped—or unclipped as the case may be—an irksome little hook (think crochet needle) gets hung up and refuses to slip through the metal … Continue reading Dogged Adventures: Asheville Is Noisy

Dogged Adventures: Preparing a Shy Dog (And His Humans) for Travel

When I moved to Vermont five years ago I had Clarence-the-Canine in tow, my beloved German Shepherd Dog who saw me through the worst chapter in my life, and then left the planet when he knew I’d be okay. My then-teenager came with us to help during the first week of this huge midlife reboot, … Continue reading Dogged Adventures: Preparing a Shy Dog (And His Humans) for Travel

Way Down South Trip: Travel Days Are Difficult

Really I have so little to complain about: Handsome Chef Boyfriend did the lion's share of driving today, from the moment we pulled off our mountain all the way to somewhere-or-other just past Fredericksburg, VA, where we missed our intended exit. A few truths from the day: Three in the morning is a difficult time … Continue reading Way Down South Trip: Travel Days Are Difficult

Summer Reading: Some Promising Looking Fresh Hell

What fresh hell can this be? It is a line sometimes attributed to Shakespeare, but Dorothy Parker said it. Dang Shakespeare. It's one of those quips that sounds so civilized, so much better than any number of other crude things one might choose to say when a situation demands it (wtf comes to mind). I found Dorothy … Continue reading Summer Reading: Some Promising Looking Fresh Hell