Archie Coopersmith CarlsonMarch 29, 2006 – September 24, 2020 I loved Archie dearly, but he was always Kathleen’s dog first. Our relationship with him started as an internet romance. Kathleen had spotted an online picture of his face as a 6-month old pup, and it was love at first sight. Archie’s naturally sweet and people-oriented … Continue reading “Archie”
– in which Louis’s adventures as a Carlson begin. Kathleen met and fell in love with our new puppy Louis (pronounced “Louie”) from a picture of him she found on the internet. Just like Archie before him. And just like me, 45 years before that. Louis was living at a labradoodle breeder/trainer’s house with his … Continue reading “When dogs fly: cower in place 43”
– In which Dorn tells of gripping adventure. Rated S (for Shocking!) I can tell that this long quarantine has really frazzled me. I don’t feel frazzled, but I can tell by objectively analyzing my recent behavior. I attribute my state to the coronavirus epidemic in general, and in particular to the the fact that, … Continue reading “Trucknapped! Cower in place 35”
– in which Dorn battles against entropy. I’ve written before about my fear that circumstances will force me to do something that puts me at risk of catching the covid bug. Following the fashion of human-being psychology, I only really worry about the things that I haven’t done yet, my lizard-brain[what?] telling me that if … Continue reading “Things fall apart: cower in place 33”
– In which Dorn tells a non-covid story, for a change. oday I got to do a job that had nothing to do with the coronavirus. We’re well into spring, with the new life appearing and buds budding and birds singing, blah, blah. For me, one of the harbingers of this fertile season is that … Continue reading “Just like old times: cower in place 20”
