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 Stars in a Walt Disney Movie
Last Thursday morning, we left for Texas as four bald eagles were circling high above the farm. I've never seen...
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’s Nose, My Ears, and the Death of Embarrassment
May I brag? I have celebrated the death of embarrassment. It was a freedom I gained by competing horses. Horses...
Mister and Jolene. Taking Drugs and Counting Sheep.
It's a sight to see. Usually, a huge bearded man and a tiny Chihuahua. Sometimes a blue-haired lady and a...
The Year-End Tally. Call It Aging Cantankerously
It's the limbo week between Christmas and the New Year. The sunset of the year, if there is such a...
Jolene’s Teen Angst and Roller Derby Bravado
Saints preserve us. This weekend, Jolene is having her friend, Tachi, sleep over. I'll believe the sleep part when I...
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...
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