Friday, 7:06am The move begins. Twenty is fearful of the new house and sticks close. A month later, 12:12 pm I say my good-byes. Tex hits the road to Australia. Part of the lease is that I care for his …

Timid Twenty blossoms into a strong yet lanky passionate entomologist. A true socialist leader of the canine, but fearful of the man. She abides only two rules: i. no pissing or shitting in the house ii. no eating MY food …

Monday 7:09 AM I scour the web for a cheap pup I discover that a shelter is displaying all their large breed puppies at a PETsMART in Poway at 11:00 -5:00 this Sunday. Sunday. Sunday. Sunday 10:54am I spurt out …

11:24pm, Tuesday I walk in the shadows of Golden Hill park. In the distance, an erratic whirlwind increases its velocity towards me. My gangly pup whooshes past my legs. We strut off the road to the trail that passes the …

I am slugging stone ipa's before the casbah show in my deteriorating mauve lazy-boy. Between sips I give treats to the dog while I tap my foot to the kink's the village green preservation society. I gather all the bottles …

9:37am Sunday February 15 I wake up with my tongue stuck to the pillow. Need moisture. The dog is licking my palm. aaawwwwww! What a great dog. 10:14am Sunday February 15 The dog is still licking my palm. Strange, because …

Monday Night Football. Turf Club. Intently watching the game while I chug guinness. I am avoiding eye contact in order not miss a play or a sip. During the third quarter, a guido sits down next to me. He asks …

10:00 AM. Wednesday. Going to the post office before work. I swing up to the post office and park across the street in front of that large red house with the matching red curb. As I am walking out, I …

I like Golden Hill. Golden Hill is small. There are liquor stores. There is a park. Luigi’s has delicious pies. There is a pawn shop. There are bodegas. Humbertos has a great california. The “H” in Humbertos is silent. I …