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Dog Culture: Stories & Lit
A Lifetime Dog
A companion, a friend and a source of joy
So there I was, alone, sitting outside Tully’s and enjoying a latte when a woman approached me. “Excuse me,” she said, looking concerned. “Is your dog okay?” Puzzled, I reassured her that Elvis was fine. He’d gone on a walk earlier and couldn’t be budged off his La-Z-Dog recliner. I had to ask. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?” “No,” she replied, smiling. “It’s just that I see you around town...
Dog Culture: Stories & Lit
Number 52
Dead dogs feed the vultures Up and down NC route 39 Numbered hounds Cast out once they’re too slow To run down a deer with the pack Wandering through shrinking forests and backyards Starving Too tired and weak to defend themselves against a poodle One Saturday a shivering bag of bones crawled onto our land Must’ve heard our dogs and smelled their food We let him eat and drink all he could Once...
Dog Culture: Stories & Lit
Team Building
Take one anxious dog, add a talented agility trainer, and good things can happen
Dusty and I weren’t the most difficult team Dee—our wisecracking, charismatic agility instructor—had ever trained. There were plenty of dogs whose exuberance could not easily be funneled into a structured activity, and there were handlers whose thickness made your average two-by-four look like Stephen Hawking. “Try that again with the dog on your right,” Dee would call out after a botched jump,...
Dog Culture: Stories & Lit
Professor Burt
What my dog taught me about being a mom
When I had my first child at the age of 32, I knew nothing. Or so I thought. I had never changed a diaper, never held a newborn baby—in fact, I don’t think I’d ever seen one. I hadn’t experienced a sleepless night since college, and the only bottle-feeding experience I had involved a baby woodchuck. But it turned out I did know a few things about parenting. Things I learned from my dog. A...
Blog: Show & Tell
How I Found My Dog
Little Big Dog
Dink is half-Chihuahua, half-Mini Pin. She is a little over a year-old now. She came into my life as one of the rescue angels at a pet clinic where I worked when she was about six- to eight-weeks-old. Someone had left her to die, abandoned in a cardboard box after crushing both her front legs.    In spite of the severity of the injuries inflicted upon her by humankind, this little blessing was...
Dog Culture: Stories & Lit
This Dog’s Life
The fulfillment of a single woman’s dream.
It happened like this: After a walk in the park with a friend, I saw a young woman sitting in a car talking to a dog. Even from a distance, beneath the hard glass of the windshield, we could tell this was an exceptional animal. Never shy, I tapped on the young woman’s door to ask her what kind of dog it was. We live in Nashville, where people do things like this and no one is frightened or...
Dog Culture: Stories & Lit
How Do I Love Thee?
A valentine from the heart.
I have to admit that, for a few weeks following the adoption of my new dog—an ex-racing Greyhound I named Elvis (Hey! Costello, not Presley!)—I was a bit concerned. Not about him. He seemed like a nice enough dog. No, it was me I was worried about. After all, Elvis was well behaved. Gentle. Mild-mannered. Practically perfect. And he was certainly pretty enough, with big doe-eyes and an...
Dog Culture: Stories & Lit
Color of Joy
Beauty in every detail, love in every look.
Imagine a scaled-down, delicately boned German shepherd dog, black and gray and tan instead of black and sable like a purebred, her face the color of ink with a faint gray mask. This is Lucille, a most ordinary-looking dog. She does have some exceptional features—her two forelegs are white, one halfway up from the paw, the other about a quarter of the way, which create the impression that she is...
Dog Culture: Tributes
Callie’s Papers
A gift of love.
Callie the Magnifica, our 14-year-old Shepherd/Husky Mix, has been living with us for the past seven years, but lived with another family for her first seven. When we met her, she was called Kali, and led a nomadic-urban life with a poor couple and their two children; the family lived in a small trailer parked at the end of our street. Kali was never tied up and was allowed to roam as she wished...

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