Bayley and Frank, Frisinger Park, Ann Arbor, during that same glorious autumn day, October 2005.
Day: December 24, 2012
Bayley and me, Frisinger Park, Ann Arbor, during a glorious autumn day, October 2005.
Before their eyes are even open, the three Beagle Boys posed for the cameras. Fred is on the left, Fergus in the middle, and Feargal on the right. March 2007.
Bayley Murphey as a puppy. 17-Oct-94, Plano, Texas.
Our favorite pic of the three Beagle Boys, in one of the few instances where all three were still for ½ a second together. From left are Fred, Fergus, and Feargal. Taken in California in 2007.
A favorite pic of Roux Royale, Bassett Hound of Extraordinary Destruction. He was rescued from the back roads of Roane County, west of Knoxville, by the excellent folks at Belly Rubs Bassett Rescue, and came to live with us in late September. He has thoroughly upended the peace of the house and the beagles have…
And one of my faves of Feargal (2007 – ). The Feargal Butt will also score tons of turkey tomorrow!
A classic look in the expressive eyes of Fergus (2007 – ). That look is going to score him tons of turkey tomorrow!
One of my favorite pics of Fredrik (2007-2012). It’s been four months and the pain of losing Fred-Fred to fast-moving cancer is still fresh.
One of my favorite Bayley Beagle (1994-2007) pics of all time. The pookus would be 18 years old now and we still miss him terribly.
Tomorrow Today Yesterday
Dreams, trials, memories Hopes, fears, memories Desires, defeats, memories Isn’t yesterday anything but memories? No, tomorrow is always a memory a scent a taste a touch Why then is tomorrow nothing but dreams? Why then is today always realizations? God only knows, only He knows among everyone Futile dreams, frustrating realities, bitter memories. Is that…
The War on Teachers
« The War on Teachers ». Amen.
One Nation Under God?
One Nation Under God? And another Amen.
The War on Teachers
The War on Teachers Amen.
When I was 17 …
Dear Kris, As you may or may not be aware of, that wonderful time of year is upon us, or rather, you. Yes, that’s right, dear Claus, the time for you to finally earn your keep and work off some of those extra pounds Mrs. Claus has so cruelly heaped upon your lean-in-spirit frame over…
All kinds of [original and funny, not recent and crappy] Simpsons win here.