Sep
18
2006
September 13–18 By the time I met Figaro, his wife had left him. Unfortunately for Stella — not the subtlest of romancers — it was a case of unrequited love. I can’t imagine what my neighbors thought. For the better part of a week my backyard was a symphony of “Stellaaaaaas” and “Figaro, Figaro, Figaroooooohs.” [...]
Jul
21
2006
July 21, 2006 Around 5 o’clock this afternoon I was yacking with my visiting friend Beth when I had the sudden urge to go to the pet adoption store. She indulged me. Needless to say, I left with an overnight foster dog. Jack is a huge, blonde, shepherdy-faced dog. I asked Beth, who knows a [...]
Jun
01
2006
May 30–31, 2006 I’m like that guy who picks up some floozie at the bar while his wife is in labor. As Stella was being spayed at the vet, I went to Milo to see if any hounds needed a single night of love. I was so lonely. All I wanted was a little companionship. [...]