What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Illustrator and Interior Architect / Designer within the wild world of zoological design.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
Before She Goes
The wind felt like sand grazing her skin as she fell. Down. It didn’t whistle, it roared a deep bass. A terrifying sound. There was a twisted type of beauty to it all, being weightless for a fleeting minute, flying. Yet flying downward ends in collision.
My Catahoula Saved My Life
I like to believe that my dog saved me from getting run over by a car. Now before you go grumbling, she was, in fact, the catalyst for my not being in the path of a rogue minivan that crashed into my house. Yet whether or not she had some sort of mystic premonition or just a hungry tummy can never be determined.
- Runner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge
Blue EyeRunner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge
God, I hate the bathrooms here. They are always so nasty. With the amount of customers you get in your globalized, multi-million dollar franchise, you’d think you could at least afford to wipe the sink counters once a decade.
A Last, Lasting Memory
My most cherished moment with my Catahoula was her last. I lied my belly on the cold tile of the vet office, face to face with Roxy while she rested on her favorite blanket. I pressed my forehead to hers, holding her paws while a final drug injected into her vein. Her last, deep breaths brushed across my nose in a warm wash. I kissed her snout, tears falling to dance down her fur. Roxy's big eyes closed peacefully.