The dog, bless her heart, isn’t terribly bright. She’s trusting, though, and that’s to her everlasting detriment. I sometimes use her naiveté for entertainment purposes: she’ll fall for anything. My newest and most ambitious scam to date is pretending to be Julia Child. Now, anyone who knows me — even a little — knows I … Continue reading : a bad, bad, terrible impression :
Oy, such a miserable morning to walk a dog. A streaming rain fell as traffic hissed on wet, puddled pavement. It was windy and it was cold; raindrops landed like icy shrapnel. The sky was a grim, leaking canopy of despair, utterly cheerless. Nevertheless, there we were, plashing along a marshy sidewalk. I, as you … Continue reading : a day for puttering :
That's my dog, his name was Bart. Together, we were Bart and Lisa. You know, The Simpsons? He was one of the world's great dogs and we were inseparable. I miss that little pink tongue and those big rabbit ears and the way he hopped when he ran, like Pepé Le Pew. I miss his … Continue reading : in remembrance :
Barbara Walters has her 10 Most Fascinating People. Time has their Person of the Year. But I have Bart — my own nominee for Man of the Year. The dude is a Wire Fox Terrier with the ears of a rabbit. They stand at attention even when he sleeps. They’re not supposed to, his ears … Continue reading : my nominee for man of the year :
After a few days recuperating I think I’m ready to talk. The trauma isn’t as fresh, the wincing and twitching have eased, two good signs I’m told. Yeah, we’ll see. Earlier this week, I took the dog for his annual rabies shot. Not an average dog, this one makes a trip to the vet roughly … Continue reading This will hurt me more than it hurts him: A trip to the vet.