Farewell to Clementine

“A dog is better than I am, for he has love and does not judge.” St. Xanthias I’m taking a break from big-thinky stuff today to reminisce about a good dog who passed away yesterday. Longtime fans of This Side of Glory (assuming they’re both still alive) will remember the days when I used to post about my hound-dog Clementine. When we moved from the Missouri country life, we had to leave her…

One fine Father’s Day

I wrote this some years ago back when I sometimes encountered wildlife by chance while walking my dog in rural Missouri. My location has changed and someone else is walking my girl Clementine these days, but thoughts about my dad on Father’s Day stay the same. Walking the hounddog Clementine in the June heat is a bit of a chore, so I waited until she was really fussing at me before I put on…

The end of a Clementine era

Well, Greg and I had a difficult decision to make when we had been in Arizona for a few months. Folks who have read the blog regularly will know how very, very fond we were of good-dog Clementine, the bluetick coonhound. She was the only dog I’ve had that I could remember, but Greg, who had many canine friends growing up, said that she was definitely the best dog she had ever…

Pointillist Clementine

We’ve had a deliciously mild summer so far, but August seems intent on making up for lost time. So when I take Clementine for the late afternoon walk, I’m all for being focused and brief with our attentions to all the familiar landmarks. But what can you do with a scent hound? Clementine caught scent of something in the grass and just wouldn’t be shifted. So I resigned myself, but when I…

Some days are diamonds

From the yellow light of October to the white light of November. Earlier this week, I was still enjoying the glinting sun, bright blue sky and crispy leaves underfoot. Then today, November woke up, and the sky went flat and bright. It reminded me of the light of diamonds, which in turn reminded me of this song. So are these days diamond or stone? I tried to figure it out as I…

Treasures, stuff, junk

Saturday morning Clementine the dog was being a little restless, so I sat down on her loveseat to see if a little focused affection would calm her down. This loveseat is a piece of rented furniture that we’ve long-since bought and paid for, which is a little galling, since it’s such an ugly thing. It’s got scratchy yellowy-black fabric, and we’d put it out on the curb for the garbagemen in a…