Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Friday, April 21, 2017
Monday, April 17, 2017
Friday, March 3, 2017
Friday, September 5, 2014
Who Killed the Pig?
My grandmother finally told me the truth about who killed the pigs during the Depression when my mother was a little girl. Or did she? Read about it (here).
Monday, December 2, 2013
Returning Freedom
As most of you know, I was
pet deprived as a child, only allowed small pets that could be flushed down the
toilet when they died. As a married couple, Mrs. Chatterbox and I have owned
several dogs over the years and I’ve noticed an interesting dynamic—the dogs
Mrs. C. picks live with us for many years while the dogs I pick don’t seem to
work out. The reason for this is obvious; as an artist I tend to rescue
beautiful dogs while Mrs. C. looks for animals with wonderful personalities.
She couldn’t care less what the dog looks like. But ten years ago when we were
between dogs I foolishly inserted myself into the process by selecting an
Australian shepherd named Freedom from our local animal shelter. He was the
most beautiful dog I’d ever seen. Check (here) to find out what happened when we brought him home.
Monday, November 25, 2013
A Flushable Pet: Conclusion
Standing as tall as I could, I told my
mother that if my pet Yama had to go, then so would I. There might have been a twitch
of amusement on her face; she often referred to me as Mr. Softie yet here I was
standing up to her. Was I permitted to keep my beloved pet? Check it out (here).
Sunday, November 24, 2013
A Flushable Pet
I’ve decided to get a jump on my New
Year’s resolution to be more proactive about submitting stories and seeing one
published next year. To that end, I’m reworking and submitting this tale to a
publication looking for stories about pets. I first posted “A Flushable Pet” in
2011 and some of you might have missed it.
Check it out (here).
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