Tag: dog
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Curmudgeon’s Corner: A Good Ol’ Dog
The First Reader might never admit it, but he has a turn for poetry. Or, as he said about this one ‘doggerel. I write doggerel.’ Be as that may, I like it, and I think you’ll want to sing it in your head, the way I did. Just a good ol’ dog never meaning…
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Tanager’s Fledgling: Snippet 5
As always, this is a snippet. All rights remain with me, you may freely share the post, but the content is mine. This is a rough draft. There will be errors, typos, and other issues. There may be significant changes before publication. Enjoy! Snippet 1 Snippet 2 Snippet 3 Snippet 4 Altressa was closer to…
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Snippet 4: Tanager’s Fledglings
I’m really late with this. I’ve been up to my elbows in housework and I still have a ways to go until it’s all done. The next few days will be a little shaky around the blog as I’ll be focused on family life and traveling. I don’t really have an update on this –…
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Tanager’s Fledglings: Snippet 2
As always, this is a work in progress. All rights remain with me, and the finished product may vary from these samples. I will be taking most if not all the snippets down once the novel is published. Speaking of progress, it has been slow, but the novella which is a story set in this…
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Tanager’s Fledglings: Snippet 1
I may have snipped this before – actually, I think I have. Sorry for the repeat, but this is the official run-up to the novel. It has been edited and altered from the original opening scenes since I decided to take a plotted short story and blow it all the way up into novel, and…
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Curmudgeon’s Corner: Her Place in the Pack
Written by Sanford Begley Her Place in the pack Dogs are social animals. So much so that a lot of their lives are determined by their notions of what is socially right. Now this varies by dog to some extent and even more so by the rules laid down by the leader of their pack.…
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Childhood Memories
This is a throwback post, reposting an essay of mine that originally appeared on the Stonycroft blog. It’s my memories of a day when I was about six years old. Today, I could really do with a peaceful, lazy time like that… Three final exams today. I won’t be home until late. I’m going to…
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Childhood Memories
To begin with, I was a military brat from the tender age of four days. We rarely lived anywhere for a full year until the year I was ten, when Dad left the military, and we moved to Alaska. Added to that my parents’ preference for rural life and I don’t remember living in a…