Month: September 2019

I didn’t buy a dog for protection. Which is a good thing, considering Buddy is a big wimp. Maybe that isn’t fair. Buddy does have protective instincts. We just have very different definitions of what constitutes a clear and present danger to the family. For example, based on the tenor of his barking, Buddy is… Continue reading In which my dog fails to protect me

I’ve been pondering the nature of freedom a bit this week. Not the flags flying, fireworks exploding, stand for the national anthem, blood of our forefathers kind of freedom that gets most of the attention. I was thinking more about individualized freedom in its domestic and mundane appearances. That feeling of release, of unencumbered lightness… Continue reading Freedom to Bike or Run – or Nap

It’s all fun and games until a chicken dies. I have a sad confession to make. My sweet dog is a cold-blooded killer. Or maybe he’s just an over-enthusiastic playmate. Honestly, I’m still not sure, even after the feathers have settled. But the fact is that my neighbor’s chicken is dead and it was most… Continue reading In Which a Chicken Makes a Big Mistake

By Monday afternoon, I was tired. The three-day Labor Day holiday was lovely – a chance to enjoy one last summer weekend. We packed a lot in. Two birthday parties, a couple play dates, multiple trips to a newly completed splash park in town. There were extra kids at the dinner table and spending the… Continue reading This Calls for a Coronation