This one Mastiff excited over the possibility of finding Otto a permanent home. When hearing the sounds of a Harley on the street, the entire troop runs from the backyard to the front yard to greet Otto’s prospective dad and little sister. Larry’s wearing a tank top...

Today is a warm grass day that makes this Mastiff want to fall asleep under the weeping willow tree hanging over the lily pond where the frogs sun themselves on the big round leaves. I groove on words for a few minutes while rubbing my back against the ground watching...

The ducklings make themselves comfortable tucked in this Mastiff’s neck ruffles. I hop on the dog grapevine to talk to my bloodhound buddy, Otto. “Hey big guy, where you at?” “This ol’ hound bein’ treated like royalty here at the poleece station. Dispatcher Ralph, he...

I set Lester and Bubba next to their water bowl. I know it’s going right through their tiny systems so hustle both the little ducklings outside to lounge on the blanket I carry from the porch. We lie together mostly looking at the sun shining through the leaves...

Kahu lies down beside this big boy and strokes my back with tender loving care. I heard that phrase used on one of Kahu’s Spaghetti Westerns and liked the rhythm of the words and the meaning melts this Mastiff’s heart. It describes the way my Kahu feels...

While easing myself into a peaceful respite on the big couch, Beauregard Eddington slips into an empty corner of my headspace left vacant of natural parents. Until hearing the name of a famous dad I never knew existed, I could not see him on the dog grapevine. He’s a...

My Kahu hugs me from the side to keep from crushing the ducklings. He doesn’t mind my drool when he kisses me with enthusiasm and tells me I’m a good boy and he’s sorry for not knowing how important being introduced as Mastiff Bernard is to me. He goes on to make a...

Mabel opens her eyes and stares blankly at the new babies like they’re someone else’s. I want to set this notion straight, but the vet holds up a hand before I can open my mouth. Not that she could hear much of what I got to say about Mabel pulling herself together...

I’m thinking it’s convenient having a hole in the fence so the ducklings can come and go as they please when suddenly my front legs feel crowded from the babies shoved up against me with their little legs moving a mile a minute and all the peeping from their tiny...

The new duckling offsprings poke around my fur looking for something, except they never stop peeping, so it makes me wonder what they could be going on about. Then finally, they settle down for a nap. This gives me time to check on Otto and Charlie after asking...

A carpenter built our backyard fence of tall wooden slats about four inches apart with a flat surface on top where the birds perch and the squirrels hang out when tired of hopping from one tree to another. Rambling roses, trumpet vines, and an assortment of other...

Sergeant Ralph leaps on the dog grapevine the second I call his name. “Hey Buddy, you got a sec?” I see his handsome German Shepherd face staring at a monitor like a working dog who went to MIT along with his human brainiacs. His ears come forward the second he hears...