Monthly Archives: September 2013

Saying Goodbye to Buffalo

Buffalo8I didn’t know what I was getting into when I let Buffalo through my door back in July. 

The beast bounded full-throttle into the house with his characteristic smile, ready to greet everyone with big sloppy kisses (whether anyone wanted them or not.) My pug didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to think. But once he crossed that threshold, there was no turning back, no turning away this foster dog.
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My Dear Red Deer

Everywhere I’ve ever been, I’ve always wanted out.

The small town I grew up in seemed designed to suffocate me. By the time I graduated, I knew every road, and a fair number of backroads. Cruising around town – on foot, on bike, in my ’83 Chevy Blazer – was how I passed the time till I could leave. I think I was drawn to the roads and the promise of escape they held in each passing mile. Continue reading