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My dog has saved my life.

I don't mean in a way that makes headlines. He's never dragged me out of a burning building, or walked ten miles to the nearest house to lead someone to where I'm trapped in a ravine.

But there have been plenty of nights that I could sleep because I know he can hear better than me, and will wake me up if something happens outside. And plenty of mornings that the only thing getting me out of bed, not holidays or due dates or court dates, is making sure he gets fed and taken out to piss.

And there are a lot of days where the only thing I can count on is him. Not even myself. He's there when nobody else is, or can be, or is allowed to be. He doesn't ask questions, he doesn't offer solutions, he doesn't even try to understand; he's just there. And he has an uncanny ability to know exactly when I want a hug and when the best thing he can do is watch the door for me.

He's smart as a dog has ever been, and whatever life put…

Quite often rogues seem inherently more interesting than the staid and worthy. Perhaps that is why I've spent more time than I should in researching a long-dead ne'er-do-well great uncle. During that genealogical quest I came across the California Prison and Correctional Records, 1851-1950 and indeed I did find my uncle in those records.

However, I got side-tracked when I saw the…

Sometimes it's a good idea to look backwards and reflect on the good things that have happened, or that you've accomplished or overcome. To put the dead grass outside the windows and the dust inside the house in perspective. To stop the agony of brokenness or worrying about the inevitable future. I cannot call it self pity, but rather accepting what is.


This is easier said or written than done. As for myself, I lost about fifteen pounds, working out three…