A Dog Named Zebedee

Ann H GabhartAnn's Posts, Heart of Hollyhill

Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails.  ~Max Eastman February 10, 1964. Jocie Brooke here still on the outlook for strange on Main Street, Hollyhill.  It’s been a quiet week. That’s how weeks in February are if we don’t get a big snowstorm. Then if the snow falls deep enough, things can really get slow in Hollyhill. Everybody stays …

Good Dog – Coal

Ann H GabhartAnn's Posts, One Writer's Journal

                          “It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving …

My Dog, Honeysuckle Jody

Ann H GabhartAnn's Posts, One Writer's Journal

It’s not a great picture, but here I am with my cockerspaniel, Jody. He was a registered dog and to fancy up his name a little I called him Honeysuckle Jody. The picture is old and I’ve definitely got a windblown look, but Jody’s curly ears are lying down nicely. This was taken twenty-five or so years ago. I was needing some – or at least I …

My Walking Dogs

Ann H GabhartAnn's Posts, One Writer's Journal

“The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.” (Samuel Butler) Those of you who have been reading my on-line journal know I’ve been a dog lover even longer than I’ve been a writer. And that’s a …