Rainy day in August; always a good thing at the Casa, as it not only breaks the cycle of viciously humid days, it also forces dad to slow down a bit. I like to GO! GO! GO! as much as any dog, but sometimes it's good to hang around the house for a bit, the siren call of the road somewhat muted by the rain drumming on the back porch. The hummingbirds are undeterred by…

Psst! Hey dad! are you awake? Good Lord, Charlie, it's 0430! Go back to sleep! Mom will slap us both naked and hide our clothes if you get Mia and Max riled up! I can't go to sleep without a bed time story; tell that one about how you found the me in the crate, but leave out all the gooshy parts. Charlie, that's not how bedtime stories work; you know perfectly well that they…

One of the most incredible smells on this planet is that of wild mountain sage, and there is no better place to experience it than at the North Rim of the Black Canyon in Colorado. The canyon as it is at some points deeper than it is wide, hence the term "Black", as daylight never reaches some points of the Gunnison river a thousand feet below. The variegated rock formations lining it's vertical walls are…

This is dad's old buddy, Kyle, recently transplanted back to Arkansas from Colorado; if you have read my book, you'll will recognize him, as he has the better part of a chapter dedicated to his story. Kyle is a dog person through and through, but circumstances beyond his control have kept him from having a canine companion for the last few years; now back in Little Rock, he has remedied that situation. He paid the…