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There is something about gates. They appear in my dreams, with pastures and open green fields beyond them. In my dreams they are never gates that would keep me out, they just delineate space, wild... More »
There is something about gates. They appear in my dreams, with pastures and open green fields beyond them. In my dreams they are never gates that would keep me out, they just delineate space, wild... More »
I don't know what they think about, but I imagine they think about chasing and eating and patches of sun and eating again. I imagine that they think in smells more than words (even though... More »
Everybody, meet Dexter. (Dexter, this is, well, not everybody, but lots of people. I know it's weird to not smell or see or hear them. Just trust me, they're there...) Dexter is a 10 month... More »
Willow and I went hiking today up in Montreat in the beautiful slanting light. We took a trail that follows the river and the water-over-stone song followed us all the way up and back. Everything... More »
This is a picture from a while back of Willow and Maggie. A friend sent me an article about a deaf dalmation who has been very successfully trained and works as a therapy dog. She... More »
This morning Willow and I went out to work with one of my clients. We all spent the morning walking around the lake. I love to watch the geese waddle along in a line going... More »