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Mail to the chief
I don’t usually like it when Mom ties me up and goes somewhere without me, but with Lily there, I didn’t need to bark. While Mom went inside to order, I taught Lily about breakfast. “Here, let me show you how it works,” I coached. “First you say, I’d like a side of bacon. Then you ask, Can I get that with cheese? Now you try.”
2 days ago9 min read


Stop! Thief!
“No! Don’t tell me! Let me guess…” I tilted my head in a hmmm and waited, because I know how to do suspense, too. “It’s Batsquatch, right? He waits for them in his doorless cave at the tippity-top. When the herd least expects it, he pops out of solid rock and says Boo! Then the deer die quickly of a painless heart attack so they won’t feel it as he rips them to pieces like a stuffy toy. Right?”
Feb 2310 min read


The hills have ice
“Drop the potato chips and no one gets hurt!” I barked, refusing the empty paw.
Feb 168 min read


Who’s afraid of the big bad woof?
“Don’t you dare take off!” Mom hissed, hooking her frozen claws around my collar and trapping me for monster meat.
Feb 29 min read


Cabin Fever
These days, bushes crowded in too close for a car to squeeze through and roots had chewed up most of the pavement, but you could still smell the rusty skeletons of old wrecks buried in the bushes like a forgotten bone. The ghosts blew in with the morning fog and swirled featherlike through the brush until the sun shined them away around lunch time.
Dec 29, 20256 min read


The call of the mild
“Oh good! The horse came home after all. I knew we’d find a happy ending.”
Nov 24, 20257 min read


Winnemucca, Winnemucca, Winnemucca
“After they mounted a thorough search for the horse, and a respectful time had passed for grief, I bet they adopted a buffalo,” I concluded. “Hey, what’s the difference between a buffalo and a bison?”
Nov 17, 20257 min read


Little hound on the prairie
You weren’t supposed to stay real quiet and creep around like you didn’t want to raise suspicion. Mom was clueless when it came to wildlife.
Oct 13, 20258 min read


Hyper vigilante
“Sit, Oscar!” Mom yelled, only she didn’t really say sit. “Run! Run! Run!” She didn’t need to tell me twice. I shot down the trail as fast as I could go without losing the ker-plopping of Mom’s steps behind me.
Aug 11, 20258 min read


🌟 Lockout
“I don’t see why someone has to sit out in the rain all day just to do something for me that I’m perfectly capable of doing myself...”
Nov 14, 202410 min read
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