The Cemetery of My People, Part Two
Road trips have a feeling of being unstuck anyway, but this trip to the land of my people was like...
Traveling to the Cemetery of My People, Part One
Mister is barking in a steady rhythm. His metronome bark. Consider it a warning siren. He knows. There is a...
Mister Says More Praise Please
I got the clean go-to-town coat off the hook and Jolene started the truck dance. Mister had a look of...
Shhh… We’re Being Watched.
The week started with a needle in my forehead. You just knew it was going to improve. Then each day...
Jolene Says, Lock Up Your Sheep (While I Flounder On)
We're on the road at 6:30 AM on a Sunday, and the first vehicle we passed was a horse trailer....
Jolene’s Family Reunion Isn’t Just Fun and Games
Mister would like you to know that we had a record two naps in one day. We were staying at...
Jolene Gets a Job. Not the One You Think.
We were in a different pen than usual, and it was horribly windy. That’s the excuse you might make if...
Jolene Says, Doesn’t My Title Entitle Me to Something?
Jolene expects that we will have an adventure every single day. Mister hopes we don't. He likes to keep it...
Jolene and the Healing Quality of Dog Spit
I can't remember having leaves so early on our high desert prairie. Shade is scarce since losing our trees. There's...
Jolene’s Year of Living Joyously
One year ago, my friends were expecting a litter of Swedish Vallhund puppies. After gaining titles in conformation and performance,...
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