Monday, October 24, 2016

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

When I finished reading The Secret Garden, two days ago, I thought to myself that nothing but wondrous things must come from this Yorkshire place, with its moors and heather and all, and then, in the mailbox, just yesterday, there came The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, from  a township in New Jersey. 

A township named, Yorkshire. 

See what I mean? 


Tuesday, October 11, 2016

We are in bed. Me in mine, he on his. 
"It's cold." 
"MmmmHmmm," he grunts. 
"You're supposed to come up here and keep me warm." 
Bobo does not like sleeping next to me. He gets too warm and I scratch him too much. 
"Who says?" 
"The Boy and His Dog Handbook." 
"I've never read it." 
"I have. It's your duty as a dog to keep me warm." 
"Page Two."

"You're mean."


"Kind of."





Sunday, October 9, 2016

Pete and Harley spent the whole glorious day chained and looking forlorn, and I saved the life of an enormous pig who looked like Uncle, but was named Porkchop, and then Pete and Harley miraculously escaped and we celebrated in grand fashion, and in the morning I'm going treasure hunting! 

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

I never read 'The Secret Garden', when I was a boy. Because I was a boy. 

I'm reading it now, though. Because I have a secret garden. 

p.s. it's wonderful 


Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Today I found a penny in the toe of my sock, which was in my shoe, along with my foot. 

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Pete got his second First collar. 

His first First collar was for a medium dog, and too small. Barely, but still... Pete is not a medium dog. Pete's a big dog.