WE MISS HIM!

Jack, our pound pup/best friend, passed away. He was the best wing man ever. Always liked being where we were. Having coffee in the morning. Watering grapevines and fruit trees in the evening. Golf cart rides around the neighborhood. Trips to the beach, wineries, grocery store.

It’s only been a tad more than a week. I look around expecting him to be there. I will always look around, hoping to see him again.

Rest In Peace little buddy.

jack pound pup

Bad things happened, an entire run of them that shut me down, caused me to withdraw from everything except my inner self.

One afternoon, in a hammock, I took a photo of myself. Just my legs. But there was no one to send it to. No one to understand.

I needed a sidekick so I sketched an armadillo because they’re crusty on the outside but not within. I made him my butler. Crusoe’s manservant Friday.

We began interacting—my hammock photo speaking to that critter, that critter speaking back.There’s a folder of cartoons somewhere. For now there’s just this one. (LINK)

Eventually after that I began writing novels.

I’m still a hermit, marooned you might say, but leaving my shell more and more—my inner self seeking its freedom through writing.