I don’t normally become attached to “things.” Things are disposable. They’re replaceable. They don’t hold your memories; your heart, your head and your blog preserve those special moments. For a long time then, “things” were easy to toss out. Until recently.
I love this breed. So damn much. When Shep came into my life in 2004, I had never heard of a Maremma sheepdog. When my friend who connected us told me the breed name over the phone, I heard “Miramichi dog.” For those not in the know, the Miramichi is a region of northeast New… Continue reading On the job
Yes, it was a quick decision. Maybe too quick. I’m still not sure. Here’s what I am sure of: My heart remains shattered I cry every day … several times I still look for his goofy grin and listen for the click-click-click of his toenails across the laminate floor I tell My American I’m fine… Continue reading It’s a girl