Dogs
On Hank, Dodger, Sadie and My Contradictory First Year of Fostering
There are a lot of things you can do to understand yourself better: from getting your head shrunk by a quack, to writing dumb, rambling blog entries. I have done both in my life - sometimes to a nauseating degree. A more unconventional method, however, is the act of fostering dogs. Rarely have I had…Read more On Hank, Dodger, Sadie and My Contradictory First Year of Fostering
On Minnie: Four Days Later
Someone once told me that all dog stories end in pathos, and can't avoid being mawkish and trite. I think this is true. People don't really blab about their dogs if everything is going fine, much less on the Internet. That's why in writing Minnie's obituary a few days ago I tried to be straightforward.…Read more On Minnie: Four Days Later
Dodger
When Dodger arrived at our tiny apartment the first thing he did was bound into my arms. His angular face was marked by two blazing eyes, striking even amidst his impressive, tri-colored coat. He was panting heavily as he greeted me, his long tongue flopping crazily out of his mouth. Not knowing much about him,…Read more Dodger
Adam Mohrbacher 