Bacon on the Bookshelf

Savory picks for the free range reader

May 13, 2020
by jenniferpuryear

Stranger Things in the Time of Corona

  I feel like I’m getting weirder in the Time of Corona. You? It’s a time for stranger things. Yesterday my dog wouldn’t walk with me. She has grown accustomed to walking with my husband and me together, and she didn’t want him to stay behind. Really she HATED the idea of him staying at home. She and I made it about two houses down …

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May 8, 2020
by jenniferpuryear

Life in the Time of Corona: Pepper and Hunter

My husband and I walk our dog Pepper in the neighborhood every day in the Time of Corona. This is new for us. In the last several weeks we’ve encountered ducks, geese, a wild turkey, a dog on the lam, walkers, runners, and moms and dads with their wild offspring in the yard. We’ve seen a venomous snake in a creek where a grandfather and …

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November 24, 2019
by jenniferpuryear

Pepper and the Coyote: What November Brings

A cold grey morning in November dawned with a steady rain – the earth already wet – the rain coming down as if it would never end. Had there ever been a more miserable morning for man or beast? Yes, of course – but this one was pretty bad.  The sky barely brightened, I lit a candle and put water in the teakettle. Pep had …

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September 30, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Pepper and The Fall of the Great Black Oak

On a hot, still day in September – a day that did not feel like autumn – the Great Black Oak in the backyard fell. It had grown at an angle most of its life, stretching out over the Rock Garden and an ancient gnarled hackberry and some pink dogwoods. When it came down, drawn finally to earth, it broke the old hackberry and took …

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August 20, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Pepper and The Genetic Test

“What kind of dog is she?” asked the friendly woman at the kennel where I take Pepper for Doggy Daycare. She was picking up her dog too. I’ve only been asked about a thousand times, and I never have just the right answer. “She is – a black dog. We tell her all the time that she won the genetic lottery,” I said, smiling, as …

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