Cowboy always feels better when we’re out walking in our front yard. I feel better when he feels better.
Cowboy always feels better when we’re out walking in our front yard. I feel better when he feels better.
If I am the Ymelda Marcos of men’s outdoor footwear, Cowboy is the Butch Cassidy. Still stealin’ shoes after all these years.
We’re back on the trail this morning after hearing from Cowboy’s vet that his cancer has not spread since surgery June 28 to remove a malignant tumor. This is good news. It at least means there’s so far no evidence of the cancer spreading in my 6-year-old pal and it probably means the adenocarcinoma is …
Now they’re going to tell me to give up cookies. I’ll cut back under scientific pressure but I won’t be happy about it. I whistled through an echocardiogram this week, then got zinged for A1C. Why do I have to be apologetic for my lifelong love of potatoes and pasta? How could a wholesome-looking oatmeal …
The sun is going down on things I thought I knew. For instance, I might need to start watering the snakes. I was two rooms away this morning when I heard Cowboy do his snake bark outside but I try to be prepared for surprises here on the human-wildlife interface. I keep various snake-removal tools …
I am 99 percent convinced now that there is not a novel in me, or at least that I am not capable of producing one. I’ve started enough of them to know that I quickly lose interest and, even if I could carry one through, know I probably would be embarrassed by the result. This …
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