July 13, 2014 § 11 Comments
And it’s true.
Get a dog and you commit to loving a member of a short-lived species. Not gerbil-short, but far shorter than your own expected life span.
Better to love a tortoise or a parrot.
And yet most of us choose a dog, because between the first tick of that clock and the last is an unconditional friendship not possible with a member of any other species, including our own.
Most of the credit for that belongs to the dog.
September 25, 2010 § Leave a comment
I’m bad at change. If it weren’t for Ray, a sofa would never change location in our living room. If not for Ray we wouldn’t be signing a mortgage on 9.72 acres in Wakulla County.
The beauty of the project comes to me in flashes; a pair of bench seats hangs by chains from the limbs of a Live Oak; a sand road winds through the many gates on this property that was once a farm.