Tag Archives: dogwalk

The road less travelled is less travelled for a reason

Today, Shimmer and I went to Walter Haas Park. I was hoping the park was named after the avocado guy, but it turns out it’s named after the guy in charge of  Levi Strauss & Co. a few years back. At … Continue reading

Posted in Greyhoundness, Stories | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

It’s like a nickname

Shimmer came back from camp, looking happy and trim, and we had our first walk today. We were both eager to see our neighborhood friends again. First, we run into Ice Plant Mary methodically pulling the weeds out of the … Continue reading

Posted in People we meet, Stories | Tagged , , | 1 Comment

The Silver Years

There are days when it’s clear to me Shimmer is a retired racer. On these days, he shows every year of his life, every aching bone and tired muscle any older athlete would have.  These are the days where gravity … Continue reading

Posted in Greyhoundness, People we meet, Stories | Tagged , , , | 1 Comment

He’d pay more attention to chopped liver

When we began our walk today, the weather was gray and cold. But, lo and behold, shortly after we left, the sun broke out. The clouds disappeared and suddenly the day revealed itself as beautiful and gloriously clear. On one … Continue reading

Posted in Greyhoundness, Stories | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

There’s always one

“You will be the asshole of the dog park.” I remember when I heard these words and I thought I’d never be that person. These were uttered by the guy teaching Joan and I how to take care of Shimmer. … Continue reading

Posted in Dogs we meet, Greyhoundness, People we meet, Stories | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Get rich slowly!

When I was much younger I used to pick up spare change by hanging around the slot machines at the Eagle Thrifty store in Reno while the parents shopped. There was always a nickel or dime to be found on … Continue reading

Posted in Stories | Tagged , , , , , | 1 Comment

I’ll have what’s behind curtain three

I was having dinner with some friends the other night, and, as happens every time I drink bourbon, I started talking about my days when I was a Marine. One of the things I liked about it was there were … Continue reading

Posted in Stories | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment