Not the Job I Want for Jolene
Jolene tilts her head when she listens. Like Nipper, the phonograph-listening RCA dog, she focuses with intense concentration, adjusting her...
Building Confidence: Scentwork With Jolene, Acknowledgment for Mister
I don't recognize this young dog of mine. She doesn't care, except that I'm such an old fart. Here's the...
My Turn at the ER, Drs. Jolene and Mister Attending
I'm fine. Two weeks ago, Jolene was in the emergency room, and this week it was my turn. But this...
Even Better, Jolene Becomes an Adolescent.
People said puppies are so much work. They said they were glad it was me and not them. Amen to...
Midnight. Emergency. Jolene.
Jolene is fine. But if I'm driving my truck and it's midnight on a Saturday, it just means one thing....
Jolene Rescues Us From Drowning
In what most would consider the middle of the night, Jolene goes off like one of those alarm clocks with...
Jolene Clears All Debts
I do not know how long I will survive Jolene's social life. She thinks I'm her chauffeur. Probably right. Last...
Bitey-Face and the Secret Passageway
We turn into the driveway and the umpire flings his arms wide and yells, "Safe!" It's the feeling I get...
Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. JOLEEENE!
Sometimes, change sneaks up behind you when you least expect it, knocks you down, and drags you off, kicking and...
The Gnawing Bite of Anticipation
It felt like a militant act of self care. Like cutting your hair really short or tossing out jeans for...
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