Month: June 2020

Day 91: Judgment Day

My heart is full-on broken.  I had every intention of keeping Bessie till death did us part. But the rescue organization made some critical errors in its description of her. For one, I’d told them from the outset that dog-friendliness was a requirement for me, but she’s proven not to be reliably so. I just paid to have her behavior assessed, and she is unpredictable around other dogs. The expert thought she can learn to […]

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Day 80: Hiatus

When I was talking with Ma this morning, I realized that my cellphone wasn’t in its usual place on the table. I had a sudden moment of panic. I couldn’t spot it anywhere in my room, and it’s frightening how much I need that thing, not just for communication but navigation and so many other uses. I can’t say I felt any better about the matter when I realized, of course, that I’d had it […]

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Day 79: Nada de Particular

The doggy DNA kit that Ma got me arrived today. It will be interesting to see Bessie’s heritage. Is she really lab and shepherd? She doesn’t look it to me. Or act it. She’s more mellow than either of those breeds. I tried to do the cheek-swab but she didn’t like it one bit, and I hope I got enough mouth goop to make the test work. Now we wait. With Elana for company, I […]

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Day 78: The Unheard

Bessie let me sleep till 6:45 this morning! This Martin Luther King, Jr. quote is making the viral rounds: A riot is the language of the unheard. Meanwhile, Trump inflames the unrest with incendiary rhetoric. Around the country police are targeting law-abiding journalists exercising their American right to cover the protests. They’ve been arrested and injured. Two have had an eye blinded by rubber bullets. On The Daily Show, Trevor Noah said: You know, what’s […]

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