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Eating Cicadas


When we left off last, I was talking about bad habits that foster dogs bring to the Farnival. Bee taught Adriana how to hunt frogs and Shady was pooping on the couch. Well, I’ve uncovered a new habit that isn’t necessarily bad but it is interesting.

Over the past two weeks, when Ade and Bee weren’t throwing down in the mosh pit, I noticed them jumping at branches. For the longest time I thought they were just being goofballs. But then, I was outside and saw them leaping into the trees and knocking down cicadas so they can eat them. Who knew? Dogs are truly, truly resourceful little freaks.

The Blackout Has Ended @ The Farnival


You freaks are awesome. I had several people write and ask me where the hell I’ve been for the past two weeks. I apologize. I had to be selfish and shut everything off so I could get caught up on school work. I was getting so far behind that my stress level was starting to affect my role as a cool, calm pack leader. Kaye, one of my most faithful readers, sent me the funniest message this morning:

“Blackout. The word used by NASA for the loss of communication between astronauts and the base when the ship is reentering Earth’s atmosphere. It is also the silence from the Farnival these past two weeks. ‘Will the command module survive the intense heat of reentry? If it doesn’t, there’ll be only silence. About all any of us can do now is listen and hope.’- Ah, Apollo 13…one of my favorite movies. I miss your blog!”

I assured Kaye all is well. In fact, things are really good. I sent in all those pages for my deadline this morning. I’ll be posting about my pack and foster dogs starting tomorrow 🙂 As always, I’m so blown away by the amount of people that care about these mutts. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Summertime @ the Farnival

Hi y’all: I’m so sorry about the lack of posts. Unfortunately I won’t be posting a lot during the upcoming week either. I’m in the middle of a summertime traveling spurt. I worked at a NHRA Drag Race in Denver last weekend, and this Saturday I’m going on a much-needed vacation to the Northwestern U.S. Mason and I try to visit the California Redwoods, then drive up the Oregon Coast once a year. That part of the U.S. is our version of Disneyland. Click here for more about our trip last year.

Even though I haven’t been updating, I have a boatload to tell everybody, so I’m working on a few posts to scatter over the next couple days. I have HUGE news about Dawn but it’s going to take a while to compose my thoughts, so I’m making you wait for it. It’s good. I promise. On the other hand, I’m also writing a post about Bee, who didn’t get adopted last week and has some aggression issues. Plus, I’ll do an update on Shady, who is a bundle of joy but still pooping on the couch. Last but definitely not least, I’ll post a photo essay from the mosh pit starring Shady, Adriana, and Bee.

In the meantime, what’s up with Bee Lou’s ears? This lopsided look is becoming more and more common:


A Farnival Book Recommendation


Last week, I had a hard time reading (and writing) about animals. With Dessie dying, it was just too much. I’d close any Internet page with dog stories and shelved a memoir I started about Barney, a lab-rott mutt. Finally, last night, I dove back into Short Leash: A Memoir of Dog Walking and Deliverance. I didn’t put it down until I finished. It’s a story about a woman that rediscovers her world (and self) because of daily walks with Barney. I’m telling y’all, walking dogs is medicine for the soul, and Gary proves it in her compelling story.

I have to warn you, I cried reading this book. But it wasn’t bad crying. It was the kind that comes from finding someone who understands exactly how you feel. When Barney reaches that last stage of life, Janice Gary writes, “I want to breathe him in, fill myself to the core with all he is and all he has been so when the time comes that my hand reaches out to him, and he’s not there, I’ll still have something to hold on to.” Shit. I lose it every time I read that sentence. I can’t tell you how many times during Dessie’s last few days I stuck my face in her shaggy fur and inhaled.

If you like reading about animals, Short Leash: A Memoir of Dog Walking and Deliverance is worth every word.