biscuit blitz

I said goodbye to Biscuit after four and 1/2 years today. I'd been thinking about it for a while, ticking off Biscuit's needs with my own, weighing his happiness against the trauma of re-homing a dog in midlife and filtering everything through the paraffin lens of future tense. Short-term employment, habitual migration, single caretaker, long hours at work, low income etc. etc. etc. I thought I had a pretty good handle on the decision until this morning, walking down the stairs back to my apartment after his release. The image of my little buddy nervously peering at me from between two kind old retirees (strangers) in the front of a Dodge pickup hit me in the stomach like a sack of bricks. Biscuit is gone. I will not see him again. His dog bed did it to me again this evening, and now his photographs. And oh the photos! I am guilty of "missing" Biscuit while I still had him, looking at his old photos and sweetly reminiscing with my faithful companion. But he deserves some kind of tribute, so I must suffer through and get this scattered homage committed to print. I will miss you Biscuit. You were a good friend, a loyal companion, and a pretty fucking sweet dog.

2005 - Biscuit is Given to me as a Gift in the ROK

Those Early Carefree Days

King of the Jungle, Lord of All Beasts

Hometown? Gurishi.

In the Shadow of a Strangely Ironic Canine Right of Passage into Adulthood

2006 to 2007 - The Allergy Bomb (Minnesota)

By this time my life had folded into waiting tables at Red Lobster, trying to get dates on match.com, and spending $300 a month to stay on top of Biscuit's Allergy Problems.

What an Adventurous Little Fellow!

Does Biscuit want to go for a ride? Yes. Yes Biscuit does. Let's go to Bowling Green Ohio. What the hell?

One of an Odd Dozen or so Major Humiliations during his Tenure as Pet

From Seoul to Seattle to Saint Paul to Bowling Green to Santa Rosa. Biscuit was truly a world traveller. Here he is romping and stomping in the Pacific off Nor-Cal.

1/23/2010 - Biscuit Enjoys a Final Long Walk in the Morning Moisture Still of the Guerneville Woodlands

life is a beach and then you die

Northern California coast, a couple score minutes until total sundown. My these winter days are short. Dad's meaty profile with toothpick.

The most amazing Biscuit picture ever. Dog unleashed.

got my hiking boots on and their well-worn soles are going slosh hiccup slosh all over the curbs and potholes

Fuel me up, I want to go explore damnit! What's that? $4.75 for a 12oz. poorly flavored mocha? Thanks Santa Rosa but I shall pass on this one. Ok! How about I try again? I'm ready to go and I expect great things from you, gimme some of that bitter sweet life-love juice! Ah, ok, over-priced, sure, but delicious and extremely photogenic. Congrats. Anyway, I'm off to Armstrong woods to witness the giant redwoods in all their glory! Should I head out by bike? Take Biscuit for a nice run along Sebastopol Ave. under the highway and along that kickass mural? Nah. Let's go by car! Lots of folks looking for work today outside the ol' GS Market. I always see them standing there but never see them getting picked up. One of these days I'm just going to park and watch. Witness the secrets of day labor world. Do they lean in windows prostitute like, extolling the virtues of their grape picking fingers? Biscuit rides shotgun, noble as a crowned prince of some lesser slavic nation circa the 16th century. Oh! A gas station blossoms yonder! I shall exploit its passe color scheme from the vantage of my modern aesthetic sophistication. Oh gas station, you are too cute with your little solid lines swooping upon the yawning sky/rooftop! Kudos to you little sentinel of The American Way. Are those hula-hoops or curling wires in your backyard? Could an errant child mistake your industrial after-birth for a spirited playland?

Wet leaf, can you direct me to the avenue of the giant redwoods? I would like to bask for a moment in their splendor, forgetting if briefly my socio-economic woe circa emergence in a macro-perspectival wonderland of woodsiness.

What about you bunch of leaves? Who has bound you so? Have you anything to say about the location of giant trees? My, you are majestic. Do you know where the redwoods are hiding? Laura, you certainly must know where lie thy trees of giant stature? Ah, thanks!

grass and go

sides of a coin