Hello darkness, my old friend it’s daylight savings once again now the dusk so early starts it’s creeping instead of exercising, I’m now sleeping And my waistband, from the calories unplanned Still expands I blame the lack of daylight It’s much too early to turn in it’s that or Netflix once again the dogs already waiting there for me as soon as I crash they all have to pee Then all hell breaks loose when…

MacDuff? How did you know my name? And where am I? I'm Stevie Mae. Charlie sent word that you might be heading this way, so all of us waited; we've all been dying to meet you. Just who is "us"? Wait a minute, I've heard Dad talk about you; after Charlie, weren't you the second to come and the first to leave the Casa? That's me; at the time, no one understood my abrupt departure,…

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help- Psalms 121 Today, Nama and I headed north into the Ozarks to see where this trip would take us. But first we made a quick stop at an animal shelter to check out a dog that numerous people had forwarded me. Although he was a beautiful black dog, his mind was clearly elsewhere, and there was absolutely no connection; not a…

Intense love doesn't matter, it only gives‐ Mother Teresa Before he was interred yesterday, MacDuff took his last motorcycle ride. Although he would have preferred to ride on the back of the Honda, circumstances obviously dictated that he ride in the sidecar; the throne on the back was occupied by none other than the Queen herself. We took the same circuitous route that we have taken without issue hundreds if not thousands of times without…

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help- Psalms 121 Today, Nama and I headed north into the Ozarks to see where this trip would take us. But first we made a quick stop at an animal shelter to check out a dog that numerous people had forwarded me. Although he was a beautiful black dog, his mind was clearly elsewhere, and there was absolutely no connection; not a…

Intense love doesn't matter, it only gives‐ Mother Teresa Before he was interred yesterday, MacDuff took his last motorcycle ride. Although he would have preferred to ride on the back of the Honda, circumstances obviously dictated that he ride in the sidecar; the throne on the back was occupied by none other that the Queen herself. We took the same circuitous route that we have taken without issue hundreds if not thousands of times without…

MacDuff is gone. I have lost many dogs over a lifetime of following the Dog Star, but I don't remember ever feeling this lost. The Duff was the first dog that I ever remember consciously hoping that would outlive me, because I knew the pain of losing him would be greater than the pain of someone else having to explain to his predecessors where Dad went... if that makes any sense at all. I will…