The energy that was mine when I took  and now look at this photo in ontario (in a bird sancuary and nature reserve where dogs on  leash are welcomed) is still felt each time this immortal photo is seen by anyone.

These are our three most loser dogs: the ones I barely wrote about as they were the furthest from geniuses.

M'kwaa has her own poem in an old old version of a poetry book.

Apollo had kickass poetry written on tumblr and this blog, now deleted.

Whiskey was my sand paper so I barely wrote about him. One cool haiku that says it all and is immortal, like him.