On dog scootering and a dog gone

I always wondered why they call them the “dog days” of summer, particularly back when I didn’t have a dog. If it has something to do with lying around being lazy and hot, I defy you to find a dog who’s been doing more lying around panting and sweating in the heat than me. You couldn’t do it, because dogs can’t even sweat. Now I’m supposed to feel sorry for them because they breathe harder in July?

I do, though, finally have my own definition of the dog days of summer, based on two events in the last week that reminded me of why I’ve always considered dogs the one true sign that God might actually love us. Continue reading »

Sadie and Her Pups

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Satan’s Pet

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I sense a lucky four-pawed Clover

A few years ago, if you had mentioned a pet psychic or animal communicator, as they are sometimes called, mine would have been among the loudest voices calling you a gullible fool. These people, who claim they can use their minds to sense what pets are feeling, are quite obviously charlatans, I would have said. Psychics, in my cynical view, are nothing but con artists, pet psychics even more so.

But then something happened that made me rethink my position. Continue reading »

Driving across America’s fly-over country

You want to talk about stupid? At this very moment I’m sitting in bed at a friend’s house in Columbia, Mo., less than halfway through a 2,000-mile drive that will eventually take me from Basalt to Washington, D.C., to New Jersey and finally Connecticut.

Am I saying it’s stupid to drive across the country? Well, yes, but that’s not what’s making my particular trek so imbecilic. Continue reading »

Don’t join the Poo-Tang Clan

Out of deference to my international readership (one guy working with a medevac unit in Kabul), I generally try to avoid writing about Aspen-centric topics, preferring instead to focus on national and global subjects. This week, however, a couple of articles in the local papers and a visit to a park in town got me riled up enough that I’ve decided to tackle two issues of concern to residents of the Roaring Fork Valley.

The first article was one that seems to appear in some form or other nearly every day this time of year. It concerned the proliferation of dog waste on Smuggler Mountain Road, a popular hiking route in Aspen. Continue reading »