06
DEC
2011

The Xylo Diaries. Good With Children

I walk the dog up Elm Street in hopes that we’ll pass this one house where this Boxer named Oscar lives. Oscar is a little fat, but that just means there is more of him to love since he’s a real people dog, friendly as a pedophile with kids, and just plain happy to be alive. I’m...
05
DEC
2011

The Xylo Diaries: Water Dog

The name of the place was Bow Wow Beach, or something nearly as corny,  and for December 4th it was pretty busy. All shape and size of dog owner with all shape and size of dog patrolled it, barking and correcting as they went. While the name was a little sappy, the facility was a...
04
DEC
2011

The Xylo Diaries. Wake Up Call

My wife rolls over and whacks me on the arm. She doesn’t have to hit me, I’m already awake. I have been for the last couple hours now; just lying there while the sleep depravation headache sets in on my temples. “Go let him out,” she says. “You go let him out,” I reply. A long...
30
NOV
2011

The Xylo Diaries. Stairs #EpicWin

I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m not keen on sappy doggy videos on the Youtube. I hate pulling up ridiculous picture collage set to an Evanescence song. Gee, look, a dog in a pool, here is one sleeping on a couch with his legs sticking up, now one looking pissed-off because...
29
NOV
2011

The Xylo Diaries. Treats and Stairs

Xylo stands there, staring out the window like he’s a watchdog. I guess he is, just not in the way you’re thinking. He’s a sight hound, so he likes to stare at stuff—blowing leaves, the neighbor’s cat, rodents with bushy tails. Just stares at them, like Medusa though none of his...
26
NOV
2011

The Xylo Diaries. Picking Him Out.

  Before I coaxed him into the car, before I got the papers signed, and before the lady who gave him to me went on this hyper anal retentive rant about how the breed is second only to God in value to man kind and how I better reconstruct my house to accommodate his every...