On this day a year ago, we lost our best friend and first road dog, Butter. It's been a strange year without her-- all of us adapting in ways to compensate for the gap in our family circle. Just a couple weeks ago, on October 20th, we celebrated what would have been Butter's 9th birthday. We took a long morning hike and remembered what it was like to have two dogs to trip over, and delighted in Puddle's unabashed happiness at being off leash in the cool weather. I delibera
It's Monday morning and we are parked in the Wall Drug parking lot, just outside the Badlands in South Dakota. The dogs and I just howled like coyotes in our excitement of the cold weather and the celebration of the end of another long weekend of fun, but tiring, shows. Scott is doing an inventory of our refrigerator, pulling the nearly too-far-gone tomatoes and the wilting cabbage out, "The radish green and radishes on the bottom right should probably go," I say. "Ooooh,"