My Princess

I love my wife like there is no other.  She is the light of my life.  She makes me laugh, keeps me in check and keeps me doing charitable work.  She is the real deal, but this post isn't about her.

My princess.

Five years ago I meet my future wife.  She has two dogs, one trained and one wild.  Very wild.  She barks at full steam in the house, she bites, she runs.... she is a mess.  She had mange as a puppy and was in quarantine for months as a pup after being found on the streets, but she was three wheeled.  She walked with a limp.  When I came into the picture we found a GREAT vet who understood the dog and amputated the bad toe that caused the limp.  I carried the 60lb dog.

She had never bonded with a human, but on a boondocking trip to Panamint Valley, I had to chase her miles down Remi Nadu Road.  She realized she was loved.

She is now my princess.  Scabs, bald spots and all, she is the most proud dog you'd ever see.  She will chase rabbits miles across lake beds and still come on command.  Man's best friend, indeed.

This dog has taught me more about grace than anything I could ever experience.

Little Pot, Big Flower

My mother loved Georgia O'Keeffe paintings and had prints all over her office that we shared.  I felt like I had entered into an OBGyn office; I couldn't stand it.  I wear my manhood proudly... I weld, I scratch things, I like old rusty metal, I like smoked meat, fire is good, I climb mountains, wounds are to be fixed with duct tape, Georgia O'Keeffee made me vomit.

Fast forward twenty years and a stick that my wife's grandma gave us turned into this.

Pictorial says everything.