On dogs, training, trees, nature, the art of the everyday, literature, reveling in the absurd, and seizing the day, the night (including twilight and dusk, respectively), and the moments of which they are made
"It joined them at breakfast, and presently ate/ All the syrup and toast, and part of a plate."
I help dogs with people problems as The Pooch Professor in Atlanta, GA. I also climb trees, read too much, ride my scooter, get lost in my own head, and ramble. I'm a militant agnostic: I don't know, and you don't either.
"Every Sunday it brooded and lay on the floor/ Inconveniently close to the drawing-room door."