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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
Posted in Creative Fiction
Tagged baby steps towards progress, Dogs, dystopia, minstrels, nature, ronin, scavenging, slice of life, survival
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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
Posted in Creative Non-fiction
Tagged childhood, children, conversation, Dogs, experience, friendship, innocence, Memory, nostalgia, remember that time..., stranger danger, strangers, walks
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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
Posted in Creative Non-fiction, Nonfiction
Tagged childhood, college writing, death, Dogs, family, friendship, great dane, learning to enjoy the grass, Life, Love, mourning, park, youth
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