Tag Archives: Dogs

Footsteps (Excerpt)

Soon, after leaving their settlement and emerging from the forest and onto an old and overgrown asphalt road they met a pack of stray dogs. Stray wasn’t the right word. They were mostly dosmeticated, easy to approach, which landed them … Continue reading

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A Man and His Dogs

There was a man who used to walk his two dogs in the neighborhood where I grew up. He had long, almost pill-shaped head, his hair having vacated the most of his head in the comparably favorable realm of only … Continue reading

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Requiescat in Pace

This is an old story, with an older style. I share it with trepidation, but with the understanding that my dog will always be awesome. ——- I don’t place much trust in people. They’re good for bouts of conversation, but … Continue reading

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