In Memory of My First Canine Teacher

I am up on the meadow with Maisie, just at the top of the hill, right where the path starts winding in a graceful curve to gradually make its way back down. The sun is shining and it is unseasonably warm, in the upper 30s, but the wind is gusting, blowing hard and fast, and …

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“All Good Things Are Wild and Free”

Maisie and I are out on the trail on a blindingly bright and bitterly cold Saturday afternoon. There is fresh snow on the ground and the sky is a perfect, pale Iowa blue, with not even a hint of a cloud. We wander off the trail and walk through our community orchard to a snow-blanketed …

In Which Maisie Shares her Joy of Running

Maisie and I are going for a run together. If this statement conjures up a Madison Avenue image of dog-and-owner-running-together — Maisie trotting happily beside me on a lovely wooded trail while I bound along like a gazelle, my pony tail swish-swish-swishing behind me in time to our footsteps, my outfit perfectly coordinated, my cheeks sporting …