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Don’t Pet The Sweaty Things
I want to thank Don Williams of New Millennium Writings for giving me the idea to add to and expand upon his list of what I’ll call “suggestions of how to be a better human being.” Here are a few … Continue reading
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Tagged compassion, gratitude, heart, inclusive, love, meditate, open mind, petty things
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J is For Just a Dog
From time to time people tell me, “Lighten up, it’s just a dog,” or, “that’s a lot of money for just a dog.” They don’t understand the distance traveled, time spent, or costs involved for “Just a dog.” Some of … Continue reading
H is For Hippo
I love hippos. It’s that perpetual smile and those stubby little legs they have. But make no mistake even with those stumps they can outrun a human. They’ve been clocked at over 19 mph. The name hippopotamus comes from ancient … Continue reading
D is For Dog Crossing
I never noticed this dog crossing sign before. It’s up the road from me in front of a house that perches over Laguna Canyon Road halfway up a steep, half-tarred, half-concrete road paralleling the canyon. It’s the only house up … Continue reading
Looking For The Moon
I hurried up Canyon Acres, Fergie and Jake straining on their leashes, camera bouncing against my hip. I had to catch the full moon just as it crested the rocks at the end of the road. Earlier that morning there’d … Continue reading



