My friend Dan adopted an ex-racer, a sleek red fawn greyhound that he named Sonny Boy. In the instructions that came with the dog was the warning that the owner should be careful to choose a good quality dog food and avoid certain foods because “greyhound gas is indescribable.” Today
••• Pictures ••• Pictures My dad always took pictures of people. Even in Yosemite, his frames were filled with faces. I was not that myopic. I shot flowers trees autumn leaves snow dusted peaks glistening lakes and clouds Now, sorting through photos looking for the “recent color picture” they match
After nearly two years of trying to bond with my guide dog Hedy, she suddenly changed shortly before my husband’s death. Here is the poem I wrote about that experience. ••• Connection ••• Nearly two years I’ve waited looking in your small brown canine eyes— do you see me as
One of the first gifts my father gave me was a twin lens Yashica camera. It took black and white pictures because, when I was a child back in the Fifties, all they had was black and white film. He, himself, was rarely without a camera, and he assiduously documented
When I was at guide dog school, one of the sessions was on “The Public”—what kinds of things to expect and how to respond. After we graduated and I actually started taking Hedy places, I was truly astounded at the encounters that occurred, and how frequent they were. That’s why