airedale terrier Archive
Dirtwater Dogs
The first dogs I remember belonged to our next-door neighbors, George and Maria Pflug, immigrants from Germany who spoke accented English and who kept pigeons and rabbits in coops and hutches in their lush, green backyard. “Hansie unt Gretchen” were their dachshunds — one black and the other was red — and I remember
Category: Dog
My Imaginary Friend
I’m thinking about dogs. Actually, I’m thinking about a specific, imaginary dog. Not too big, but not too small. Doesn’t bark too much. Likes to take walks, but also likes to snooze beside me on the chair while I read. And I read a lot. This imaginary dog doesn’t shed much, it doesn’t chew shoes
Category: Dog