Every Good Morning

Loving a dog means cultivating an acceptance of hair by the bushel basket, shite by the kilo, and taking on an unwavering dependence that may stretch for over a decade. It means the necessity for training forever, and plowing thousands and thousands of dollars into animals who will never speak and who even at their brightest remain pretty dim bulbs. It means, barring tragedy, agreeing to help them die easily, […]

In the woods and fields, the residue of events we have not witnessed is there, but so often we cannot see them. The dogs know more than I do. They find the trails, know which burrows hold life, hear the near silent stir among trees that I miss until I see their heads go up, their ears tick forward, watch quietness inhabit them. But this I saw first and what […]