Dog Tricks, Old and New

Dog Tricks, Old and New

My first dear Corgi, Vippy, was a yearling when I was diagnosed with Adrenomyloneuropathy in 1996. Walks with him were slow affairs. Partly because he was seriously sniffy and a bit of a garbage mouth. Partly because I was dragging myself in those early days of my...
Please, Call Me Stanley

Please, Call Me Stanley

To Kenny, I’m Stanley. It’s been a year since I last tried to correct him. When he spots me in the neighborhood, he yells, “Stanley.” Sometimes he does a little dance. Sometimes he says he was hoping he might see me. He always carries his Bible...

Crossing the Road Ain’t for Chickens

I’m in the middle of a transformation, and so is my neighborhood. Yesterday I was trying to negotiate the seemingly endless construction with my usual calm confidence. (It helps to cloak myself in those words when facing danger.) At one particular intersection,...