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Gratuitous Cute Dog Pictorial

Every year I vow to write more about the garden, and every year I don’t.  It’s my way of giving you something to look forward to for next year.  Right now, we’re in the summer doldrums–we have lots of spring and early summer blooms, but not a lot that is new right now.  Most of it is the deer food mentioned above: lilies, hosta, jeruselem artichokes, that sort of thing. Last night, my wife was awakened by the sound of deer munching on lily stalks below her window.  It was that loud.  I had to shuffle down to the porch and let out the dog, who has learned to run the deer to the edge of the property then stand down–it’s kind of an awesome thing.  If I point, shake my arm, and say “go get em, baby” she’ll bolt from corner to corner of the yard, looking for deer in all the usual places, without losing herself in the chase.  Some dogs will run deer until the deer drop from exhaustion–mine just wants them gone.
Summer 2010_090


Essi’s full name is Esmeralda, which is what happens when you let toddlers name a perfectly innocent puppie. She is a Scorpio who likes long walks in the woods, fresh baby rabbits, belly rubs and roadkill.  She’s a purely bred Great American Kennel Mutt and, like Benji, a dog of all seasons.  Her N.A. name is Deer Runner, because she’ll chase the whitetail deer to the edge of the property and stop.  Her rapper name is E-Doggie Dawg, and her slept-on-the-furniture-while-we-were-out name is D-3, which is short for Damn Dirty Dog–you know, like in Planet of the Apes.  Except she’s a dog, not an ape.
004Last fall, Essi nearly died of a bowel obstruction–she’s eaten three silicone muffin cups nearly a year before and carried them around in her stomach before they finally lodged in her intestine.  I’d always vowed I wouldn’t be one of those people who spend lots of money on sick animals, but–nearly a thousand dollars and one major surgery later she’s back for her twelfth year with us.

By JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels, growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.

5 replies on “Gratuitous Cute Dog Pictorial”

Yeh, she’s not the brightest bulb on the Christmas Tree, but she sure is a sweetheart. And she eats in one bite, often without chewing, the baby rabbits our cats drag back to the house each spring. Now, if I could just get her to stop chasing skunks….


We always have a stock of peppermint oil and tomato juice. Essi is seemingly immune to the odor, but I’ve scrubbed her way too many times–usually in the middle of the night–over and over again. At least it’s not porcupines.


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