I have not forgotten you. I promise. It's just that real life has been requiring quite a lot of my attention lately. I don't really have time to go into detail on everything just now, nor am I convinced that you'd find it all interesting, but I promise to catch up with you very soon ( Read more... )

This evening I said goodbye to a loving and faithful companion ( Read more... )

Yesterday, the longest I got Wally to stand and stay up was about 40 seconds ( Read more... )

Let's start with the good stuff first, shall we? Since it's September already and it's almost publication time for these things, I figured I should tell you where you can next see some of my work in print (or, E-Books, & Book-Books & Journals - Oh My!):

1. My poem, "Troubled Water", was accepted for inclusion in the forthcoming anthology from Book ( Read more... )

Our three-year old dog, Wally, is home from his stay at the emergency veterinary clinic, where he was under the expert care of Dr. Speciale, a veterinary neurologist and absolutely the kindest, calmest, most thorough vet I've had the pleasure of meeting (and that is saying something, since I've only ever met one vet I didn't care for ( Read more... )

What an evening it's been. One minute all was right with the world, and the next, poor Wally the dog was partially paralyzed and had little to no control of his hindquarters ( Read more... )

Evidently, the key to being organized is to have "a place for everything, and everything in its place ( Read more... )

Katie, the 9-year old doggie, has a goopy eye. The vet says it's an "eye injury," probably from Wally-the-puppy jumping in her face. No permanent damage, but she needs drops.

S, the 14-year old teen, has a goopy eye too. The vet didn't see her, but she needs eye drops for pink eye.

And, oh yeah, she can't go to school until Friday. Le sigh.

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