That Mother
I hate being called out. Gordy actually knows this about me and, while that knowledge doesn’t stop him from doing it,
Life Made Full with Animals
Iron Dog
I joined a writers group. I am not entirely certain about this. It is a difficult thing figuring out the
Close Quarters
I am so grateful for the barn. I cannot think of a better way to start this story of our
A Little Bit Afraid
Molly is a little bit afraid of the thunder. I know this because a storm scuttles in the distance causing
To an Incomprehensible Act, With Gratitude
I don’t know you and, your god willing, you will never know me. Twelve years ago you brought a pup
The Language of Small Things
I am an interpreter of a language of small things. There are some days when this is mostly all of
The Awkwardness of What Matters
We are home. We have mostly worked through the inevitable fatigue and mental distortion of criss-crossing the planet and today we are
Journeys
We are less than a week away from leaving on what will be the first big trip we have taken
Open to the Possibilities
Daya comes from a farm about half a mile or so away from us. Of course, we didn’t know that
Meet the Maremmas, Part 2
I talk about this always, to anyone who asks about the maremmas — they are not guard dogs; they are
Meet the Maremmas, Part 1
Marco, Sophie and Giada are Maremma Sheepdogs, a breed originating in the Abruzzo region of Italy for the purpose of
Run Like a Girl
Today almost kicked my butt. In my defense, it had a head start. Last Night. Gordy left last night for
Done …. So Far
I want the barn to be done. Done, as in moved in, lived in. Done. It is not that kind
Deep Roots
Petit Filou. It’s French for, as best I know, “little rascal” or “little trickster”. It is the name given to a
Changes and Waiting
Work is steady on the barn. It’s still all about the framing, but the roofer stopped by today with a
Finding Reasons
Marco goes to therapy twice a week. It’s water therapy to help rehab him following his second knee surgery and to,
Mornings Start at the Barn
Mornings start at the barn. The dogs know that and pace between the bedroom and the door until the zip
In the Interest of Full Disclosure
Little Miss Belle is spending the next few days in the equine hospital medicine ward. She choked or, as they
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