Imagining my old dog Chamba at 31 is like erasing the last 18 years, and filling it all in with another life.

Imagining my old dog Chamba at 31 is like erasing the last 18 years, and filling it all in with another life.
About once a week, as I am pedaling my bike up a long hill that goes by the local stadium, I will stop and treat myself to a pizza at Au Stade. It’s on my way …
The kind of skinny dog who survives on scraps and garbage. Someone had given her a good portion of a fish, and life was good.
A long-winded story of a trip to Mahajanga with photos of a nasty hotel and, yes, lemurs — Coquerel’s sifakas.
I looked around and found inspiration looking right at me.
I’m on another running kick, three or four times a week with the dog. It seems to be the only time I can really listen to music. I’ve always found that doing something physical and not-quite-mindless …
Lamenting the loss of civil neighborly communication on our society, I volunteer to trespass.
A couple of weeks ago, Penn Jillette decided to chime in on the controversy that followed after Jane Fonda said “cunt” on national television. In fact, it was from Penn’s video diary that I heard about …
August 1992 – How I came to adopt and name Chamba, and his relationship to previous dogs in my family. Includes pictures of Prado, Nicky, Laddie, and Chamba.
Chamba, other pets, and their remains.
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