A Dog Eulogy

The best, amazingly, (other than Rudyard Kipling’s maybe, and Kipling is a minor god) is Ogden Nash: My little pup ten years ago was arrogant and spry Her backbone was a bended bow for arrows in her eye Her step was proud, her bark was loud, her nose was in the sky, But she was …

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Plummer lurcher: March 1 1999- Dec 13 2012

My old dog Plummer is gone. He was born (bred for us, a Hancock designer NM blend of greyhound and bearded and border collie) in David Hancock’s kennel in an England that still allowed hunting with dogs, and died in his bed in his home in New Mexico. Once the greatest single- hand hare dog …

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Wrong, Dead Wrong

Steve and Friends, SECOND UPDATE: Alternative gripes substituted  UPDATE: MATT ERRS IN FIREARM ID.  Lawd.  How funny is that title now? The following gripe is totally without basis (see gun link).  But I leave it intact, like a coyote pelt on a fence, as a warning to others who dare to tread where they have …

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Magdalena Pics

My computer seems to have problems– have plenty of material but posting will be slow until they are deciphered. Meanwhile some light photos from the Spur Christmas party last Saturday for your amusement (if I try to link the machine will pinwheel for ten minutes) plus one of Phil’s grandfather John Foard that I have …

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One More Quote

From Jules Older, The Writer’s Lifeguard: “Job applications used to routinely ask you for your hobbies. I always proudly answered, ‘None.’ I’m a man with goals and dreams, passions and projects, not hobbies. Real writers don’t do hobbies.”