Beagle in the City #153

Simon: Hey dad! Mom is reading IT. 

And I can feel your energy while you read. Guess what, I don’t like clowns. So, I’m going to sit in here with you. Just keep reading. Psst, feel free to give me some of those chips. 

Ethan: Mhm. Ok. Good boy. 

Simon: Hey! I like this book. This is exciting! Oh boy, Jeeps and dirt roads! Vroom vroom! 

Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh!! Snakes! 

Grr grrr! 

Bark bark bark! 

Danger! 

Bang! Bang! Bang! 

I’m a police dog. 

Oh boy. Garbage. 

What else is in there?

Sniff sniff.

Ethan: Dude, are you ok?

Beagle in the City #151

Dear doggie journal, Ethan is the best driver ever, someday, I hope to drive just like him. He lets me ride with him lots of places. To his friends house, where they just give him lots of treats. And he has to carry it out in a basket with wheels. 

To Lawes where we get things like hammers and the screw driver…

This is my favourite place because I get to go inside with him. 

Except for his other friends place. Where they give him food for me!

He is super nice to them and they always tell him to have a good day. 

Being nice really pays off. 

He is so smart. We fix his car a lot too. We put a new headlight in and we put a new airs filter. The old one looked fine to me and smelled amazing!  But then I started sneezing, I don’t know why. 

Last week he paid it off and was really excited so we took it and gave it a bath.  I don’t know what ‘paid off’ means but the car bath is really cool. It’s just a big room and it storms all over your car and then sea monsters with lots of hair attack you and when you come out your car is all clean. 

Someday I hope I’m as smart as he is. 

He gets sad a lot when his female friend isn’t here. We try and read and walk together on those weeks. And write her lots of letters and then he calls her and talks to her on the phone. I try to make it better by watching Netflix and taking naps. 

I don’t think he likes his scent. He’s always cleaning everything. 

I like to watch. 

And listen to his POD-Kast with him. 

Here he comes. It’s nap time. I better go. 

He is the best best friend. 

30 for 30 #14

She said she played guitar 

Not her vagina 

It didn’t matter 

Her being a woman shouldn’t have anything to do with it 

She was of course a feminist 

Not against men but definitely a feminist 

Think what you want from that 

“Women have really had to take it 

From the very beginning ”

And men 

“Men hate it when you can do something they like 

Especially if you can do it better ”

Her mom never tried to be the perfect woman 

She was a woman 

Who dressed the way she wanted 

Jeans and t shirts 

She was really before her time 

That played a big part she thought 

So here she was now 

With a guitar 

And some paper with words on it 

Some ink stains 

That make music 

Showing how important it is to shed your soul 

And if a little girl somewhere wants to play guitar 

They should play it 

And play it better than all the boys 


Brody Dalle shot by Julie Kiecksee 

30 for 30 #13

When I was younger 

I played baseball 

I wasn’t any good 

But I played 

The first time I had sunflower seeds 

I didn’t know you were meant to spit the shells 

(That’s the fun of sunflower seeds. Spit on the ground, spit in a cup, spit on your enemies) 

I said, well, they’re ok, kinda crunchy though and scratch your throat. 

Because that’s how smart I was. Genius. 

I think of this every time I see canned food with a tab saying  “pull tab” 

My younger self would have needed that. I know this, because I tried stabbing it to death with a knife. I only almost cut myself 18 out of 20 times. Yes, we had can openers but I wanted to be like a pioneer. 

Sometimes I wonder what kids do these days 

I climbed trees and fell out of them 

Breaking limbs on the way down and mistaking them for broken ribs

I ran home and yelled, out of breath,  I’ve broke a rib!! I felt it! And heard it snap! Oh no I’m gonna die I just know it! 

This of course was just not true 

You can’t run like that with a broke rib.  You can if someone is serving ribs…

I wonder what kids do these days?

Snap chat 

Fb 

Video games 

iPhones 

And YouTube?

Does anyone run down the aisles on those stools with wheels at the library anymore?

Or wait at the grocery store for the rain machine to come on with thunder over the fresh greens? While pulling all of the coupons from the coupon machine and trying to make purchases with them like they were grocery store dollars. 

“Yes ma’am I believe these should cover it.” 

Or attempt to checkout the entire set of Nancy Drew at the library? (They won’t let you do that by the way. Five maybe, not 56.) 

You have to have these experiences as a child. You have to be able to ask your Librarian for help finding The X Files Book and Scary Stories To Read In The Dark with all of your Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys. Because the  Dewey Decimal System and filing cabinets were cool but intimidating. 

Now, I don’t know, even if I google it wrong or sideways it finds what I’m looking for. 

And it’s all so fast 

And yet so far away. 

I’m thankful for those librarians 

And for those books 

Who help curious over dramatic children find what they are looking for and recommend books that they don’t know they will love.