From the series: Life on Dog Hill Once upon a time, I lived in Germany. During my four years there, a common weekend activity included ten kilometer walks in various towns — known to Germans as Volkswanderung or people’s walking tour. I have wonderful memories...
From the series: Life on Dog Hill I will never forget the first time I saw Hunter. Saved from an abusive owner, I spoke to his rescuer several times after reading her request for a “forever home” for him. I wanted another dog to keep my samoyed Kaiser...
From the Series: Life on Dog Hill A couple of mornings ago I woke from a terrible dream. My sweet collie Sandy lay dead at the bottom of a small, clear pond. In the dream I was walking on a path and just happened to look into the water on my right and that’s when I...
From the series, Life on Dog Hill. Really, it was a poltergeist. After an excruciating, week long investigation revealed that no one took the peach-mango yogurt from the downstairs refrigerator, it was deduced that it must have been a poltergeist. Or an...
From the Series: Life on Dog Hill Anyone with twins in their family can count on a couple of givens, hands down (no pun intended): Constant arguing Ceaseless competition “Why, oh why, oh why?” I repeatedly ask my twins sons, now seventeen. “Why do you have to argue...
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