More from my photo archives, hopefully worth the wait. Every picture tells a story...
Season's End at Polly's Freeze Maplewood, Indiana
In my hands is Josie. In her mouth is my orange sherbet sample.
She is the Minxiest of the Minxes.
I am toothy in this photo; indulging my spoiled brat!
Charming the Visitors
You can see the resignation in the girl, and her brother to her left, above as she looks at Amy.
She begged, cajoled, negotiated with "Dad" to adopt Amy and although he indulged his
daughter's interest, I think he was at this event actually to meet some chicks.
Ultimately, his "No, we can't get a dog right now...", was the last word.
Then I took this photograph.
However...
...Amy, on her back splayed like a flounder, thinks it's a done deal, doesn't she?
Look at her looking at me (the camera).
A Mutual Admiration
Henry was immediately drawn to the man in this wheelchair.
The man in the wheelchair was drawn to Henry.
The short story is that the man fell from a 12 story scaffold while on a job in
St. Paul, Minnesota.He's been paralyzed for four years, most of his young son's (photo, left)
life and at the age of 25, he thought his life was over.
Until he rescued an AmStaff whose people lost their home to foreclosure.
The man told me that it was the AmStaff that saved his life. "It was the way she looked at me...".
Henry looked at him the same way. It's in their blood: they get it.
Life is hard but it's truly worth it and no matter how sad we think our own story is, there's someone else
whose troubles make ours seem truly manageable.
We have so many opportunities to make good, and it's those opportunities that justify our existence.
Donny and his girlfriend, Miss J.
Miss J. is Donny's favorite human, aside from me--Miss J. is feminine 2.0
She wears perfume and gets her hair done and has running water.
(I'm more http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dick_Proenneke) Mr. Katherine Fraze
Documentary Days
Boy, when my story gets told in it's entirety, it's gonna blow minds.
I shall pull no punches.
"Pleeeeeease,adopt a damn dog!"
I HATE going out in public.
Oso (photo, right) feels my pain.
Snow and Ice Storm of 2009 "The Power is Back On!"
It was a late winter storm and it kicked everyone's ass, from Indianapolis to Lexington, Kentucky.
We were without power for 11 days. The high temperature was a steamy 12* fahrenheit. No heat, no lights.
I started living out of my beloved (embattled) Tundra, dogs and all. I'll never forget nightime cobalt skies and NPR
on the the truck radio, heat blasting, putting the dogs in with me in 2 hour shifts.
People were donating cans of gas to us at that time. Gas to keep the truck going.
I should do a commercial for TOYOTA.
I boiled water on my gas stove (the camper's link to the modern age a la propane!), in a 20 quart stock pot,
over and over and over and over in attempt to "steam heat" the camper...
...which sort of worked until the mositure from days and nights of the "steam heat" saturated the electrical outlets... AND THEN THE DUKE ENERGY BOYS RESTORED OUR LINK TO THE GRID.
(see photo above--soooo cute and welcomed after 11 days of Pioneer Indiana) Pop! Snap! Pow! went the electrical outlets like fireworks!
May I just say that those 42 dogs pictured above were so sweet,
as you can see in the faces of the Duke Energy repairmen.
It was an incredible experience leading a pack that large.
I need to get Rachel Seed to download some of her footage of me with my gaggle...
