Vaya con Dios, Max E. Million
Dad here; I apologize for the lack of response for your overwhelming offering of condolences, but it's been a somewhat of a blur. Since the beginning of Charlie's story, I…
Max is gone.
I don't have it in me to be witty or creative right now, so I'll cut to the chase: Max is gone. Earlier tonight, I thought it odd that he…
Dateline: somewhere along zee border
A full moon casts a long shadow, that of a lone figure with an impressive set of ears, as he stealthily makes his way towards the mighty Rio Grande. His…
I get by with a little help from my friends
Some days the words flow as effortlessly as quicksilver, other days it's like my thoughts are trudging through a pool of cold molasses, this is one of those latter days.…
International Women’s Day
Yo, Charlee! What's up, Bultaco? I understand zees ees a special day for you! Well, Bull, when your earliest memory is of the inside of a filthy crate, any day…
Priorities
There's an old saying "I would rather sleep with a wet dog than a guilty conscience"; last night, dad got both. Mom decided that Max and I needed a spa…
The mountains are calling
On our travels from the oceans to the mountains, we have found that there is not a more depressing place than the oceans or the mountains. Not the places themselves,…
