"Do you suppose they will choose to make war against lean, solid dogs rather than against fat and tender sheep?"
I had my first encounter with one of the hill dwellers who, I'd been cautioned euphemistically, "isn't real social." As it turned out, we just ignored each other. I was taking a break at the side of the road, he was watering Some Kind of Plant Life 100 yards away, and neither of us acknowledged... Continue Reading →
Needing some Macho Meditative Solitude™, I made my first overnight backpacking trip. It must be true that "God takes care of fools, drunkards, and the United States," because I identify with two of those things and I survived my own rash enthusiasm. But I did get in a little trouble. I was taking The Belgian... Continue Reading →
A lion-dog in winter. My supremely beloved little Snoot was born 14 years ago today outside Cambridge, Mass., and I became his babysitter the very next day. Even after years of callous parenting mistakes--like the dinner party where I ignored his meek "Help me!" looks all night as mere attention-seeking when in fact he had a... Continue Reading →
