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From the category archives:
Dogs
Our newly adopted Hannah has been successfully reintroduced to indoor living, that is, artificial lighting, climate-controlled temperatures, stain-resistent carpeting, and occasional encounters with the indoor wildebeest known as Keeper. After an initial battle for dominance, both parties decided they were too damn old to fight, retired to their assigned corners, and promptly fell asleep.
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Keeper and I have fostered lots of dogs, but we rarely knew much about their life stories. With Hannah, we do. She’s family. One more casualty of divorce, foreclosure, and a down economy. Then why does she look so serene? I have to presume it’s the river, which has also kept me sane here in [...]
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Seven months in Florida have been full of twists, turns, and false starts, but it looks like I’ve found a place to settle in (see: “settle in” above). How do I know? Signs. Signs! The first giveaway that Jacksonville would fit: Dance Trance is within walking distance of my house. Duh. If I drove 10 [...]
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The golden years are affording Keeper the time to take on several new hobbies. A favorite is removing bath mats in order to nap on a nicely chilled floor.
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Florida’s for taking it easy, and Keeper has decided to comply. He’s quit stalking and dismembering stuffed animals, sprinting around town, terrorizing the weak, and most importantly, biting. Like most 119-year-olds, he is singularly focused on eating and pooping. Most days, mission accomplished. I like the new old Keep. Surprisingly predictable, virtually harmless. Best-friend material, you might even say.
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Although it would be handy with all of the pools, creeks, and puddles around central Florida.
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Keeper doesn’t get much coverage on the website he helped launch because, naturally, just as I started documenting his ankle-biting escapades, he mellowed. Finally stopped trying to take me down over the tiniest indiscretion, stopped guarding his belongings like a starving wolf. But he’s still with me, now 17, and currently stationed in the Sunshine State as we hatch a [...]
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Meet Kevin and Sherry, also known as One Swell Guy & the Dog Who Won’t Get Adopted. Sometimes a load of cuteness is dropped into your life when you least expect it/are busy complaining on a blog/are gearing up to move/have sworn off anymore beings for the time being. Sherry’s latest trick: getting her new [...]
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This rotten-toothed, red-eyed polar bear scared me so badly the first time I saw him that I jerked out of my collar and dashed right into traffic. Now every time we pass by, I make sure to leave him a gift. I can’t master the leg lift like Keeper, but I think I make my [...]
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