The Racing Pigeon

I was heading into the house on a summer day in 1999 when I found a pigeon sitting on the stoop in front of the back door.  As I approached the back door, the pigeon did not fly off and even when I stood in front of it, it did not move.  I sat down on the stoop next to it and was able to pet its head and as I did, I noticed a band on its leg.  It was a racing pigeon.  Up close, its colors were gorgeous.  Not just gray feathers, but emerald green and purple and black adorned its head and chest.  I had no idea a pigeon could be so pretty. Continue reading

Ear Worms

I never know how to answer someone who asks me what I’m thinking because I’m rarely thinking about just one thing.  Typically, there are multiple thoughts running through my head at any given time and all of those thoughts are accompanied by background music – song fragments that play in my head like the background music you hear at the mall.  This is particularly noticeable in the mornings because when I wake up, there is a song, or a fragment of a song, already spinning round and round in there and it will often continue for an hour or two. Continue reading

Living and Dying with Giant Breed Dogs

Before I brought home our first Saint Bernard puppy I did a lot of research about Saint Bernards and giant breed dogs in general.  Because I’ve always lived with dogs, I wasn’t interested in learning more about general dog care, but rather, the types of things I needed to consider before bringing home a puppy that would eventually be the size of a full-grown man. Continue reading

Obsessed with Jackson Hole

Every now and then I get sucked into someplace on the internet that I just cannot stop visiting.  Over the years I’ve gotten sucked into online games, message boards, Facebook or even…WordPress.  My latest obsession, one that has been going on for the past few months, is so fascinating that I’ve decided to share it with all of you.  So here you go, a live feed of the town square in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. (Although the photo of the feed looks like it was taken in the early fall, if you click the arrow, you’ll see the cold Wyoming winter.   brrr!)

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The Elk Parade

Ten years ago my husband Steve and I spent the end of the year with my brother Jason and his wife Laura in Granby, Colorado.  We had a great time cross-country skiing, snow shoeing, going for horse-drawn sleigh rides and tubing down the Rockies.  But what I remember most is what happened on New Year’s Eve. Continue reading

Get Your New Year’s Eve Weird on in PA

A million people are expected to spend New Year’s Eve in Times Square to watch the famous ball, crafted out of Waterford Crystal, slowly descend to welcome in 2017. Millions more from around the world will watch the event unfold on their televisions.  But New York City isn’t the only place to be that evening.  Many cities and small towns in Pennsylvania also have New Year’s Eve celebrations where things are dropped.  Weird things.  Pennsylvania has taken the art of dropping things, or in some cases, raising things, to a whole new level as the clock strikes midnight on December 31st. Continue reading

The Lab and the Basset Hound

Several years ago my husband Steve and I were huddled downstairs during a snow storm the week after Christmas.  At some point that evening, we went out to the garage to get more drinks and check the snowfall.  I turned on the outside light to see how much snow had already fallen and saw two dogs, a Black Labrador and a Basset Hound, standing in the yard. Continue reading

Duke’s Last Hurrah

At first, she denied the dog was hers.  But my husband Steve was sure it was her dog because the other Golden Retriever that had been at our house, a young pup, was right there in her yard.  She finally admitted that the dog lying in our garage was her dog when Steve told her that the dog had not caused any trouble and we just wanted to help him get home.   Showing Steve her arm, which was in a sling, she told him she was not allowed to drive and that her husband wasn’t home.  Steve told her that wasn’t a problem, that he’d drive the dog to her house now that he knew whose dog it was. Continue reading