The Courtship of B. Tiberius and Delilah

I figured Mean Ol' Roxie had a baby. I saw a small-bodied dog standing at the patio sliding door staring out at us during our evening constitutional. Later that week, the middle-aged woman I called Roxie's Mom (even though we've been neighbors for three years), was sitting out on the patio with the baby. "Oh, … Continue reading The Courtship of B. Tiberius and Delilah

Remembering Bear

[NOTE: Forgive any typos. I've been bawling my ass off putting this together.]Bear was born on May 28, 1998 in Dallas, Texas, the son of an AKC champion American Cocker Spaniel. Larger than regulation, Bear was given as a companion to the champion's owner's father. Over time, the senior member of the family succumbed to … Continue reading Remembering Bear

Got Mad Nursing Skillz

I gotta hand it to the beast, Bobby Tiberius can take some injuries. We went on our evening constitutional, minding our own, wrapping around the north end back towards The Treehouse. There's a segment of the property that's all large, lush flora, what Florida looked like before the conquistadors had their way with it. As … Continue reading Got Mad Nursing Skillz

Do I Care?

This week I commemorate two years of living in The Treehouse, and the metamorphosis from shadow artist to blissful writer.   During the journey, I made time to answer questions long unaddressed, by reading, reflecting and journaling. Constant journaling. This particular journal entry is one of my favorites; for one, expression of style really emerged, as … Continue reading Do I Care?

Shake My Hand Like A Man

Yesterday Bobby and I walked over to the path we usually take around the lake. Sitting on a stoop, presumably waiting on the omnipresent Fred, was an unfamiliar person. I, always quick to assess my environs and collect information on hangers about, approached him, letting Bobby sniff him up. The man was not fighting off … Continue reading Shake My Hand Like A Man