Coyote Crossing

Speaking of dogs

Embedded in this remarkable story, part of a documentary in progress by my writers’ group colleague Martin Kent, is a stunning detail — almost a throwaway anecdote — of the true, generous, honorable nature of our companion species, shining out in

How will I know when it’s time?

One of the results of having written about Zeke, on the old blog and in the book, is that on occasion, people come to me as their dogs reach the end of their lives, in search of a sympathetic ear.

A lot of times they’re just looking to vent with

I wrote a book

True, it’s old news to some of you that I wrote a book about my adventures with my friend Zeke. There are a lot of new people traipsing through here unexpectedly, though. Not coincidentally, it looks like the huge crowds of new folks — as welcome

That was a good day

Photo by Sharon Leach, taken May 1996

We slept out on the open desert the night before, after driving from the Bay Area through Reno and up the east shore of Pyramid Lake. We took the road as far as the truck would let us. The four of us walked

Bailey, RIP

I’m sad today: Kathy Flake has lost her familiar.

When Bailey developed cancer, I finally accepted that our walks would be numbered, our explorations circumscribed by her illness. But I didn’t expect to lose her so soon.

We took her in for

Slow down.

A shriek from outside, a sickening noise almost inaudible, and then another I couldn’t identify. Tires on a curb? And then angry shouts, a deep, bellowing male voice, a woman crying hysterically.

I’d been dressing for a run. I went outside.

An

Not unlike a few recent dreams