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  • This is the reason I call western North Carolina home.
  • Still thinking about the stellar Amberjack pâté and house made pickles that @allsoulspizza chef and co-owner Dave Bauer brought out as a birthday gift during dinner there last night. Amazing!
  • Into the woods....on the trail, hiking Black Balsam.
  • My birthday breakfast view. Pretty good way to start 38!
  • Giving away a copy of my friend Jenna Woginrich's newest book from @roostbooks
  • Giveaway of my book
  • Putting this chair into early retirement today. It has received an abundance of pet love these past 7 years, especially from our Lab Dexter for whom it has served as a sort of
  • Misty mountain mornings are my jam. View from our entry porch, looking towards @entopticon's shop.
  • To camp or not to camp, that is the question...new blog post up on small measure (link is in my profile).
  • The mimosa trees are blooming!
  • Enjoying some rosé and the rosy, crepuscular glow earlier tonight with my shirtless, poochy-bellied boy.
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That’ll Do, Pig!


It’s Dexter’s birthday today! He’s one year old! Although he has terrorized countless throw pillows, several dog beds, the rug in this picture (LONG since replaced), all five of the cats, and even the windowsill in the guest bedroom, I wouldn’t trade him in for any other dog in the world. 


Over the year, he has acquired the following nicknames: Pig, Piggers, Fat Pig, Pigger Do, Squishy Pig, Noodle, Fuzzy Noodle, Monkey, Monkey Pudding, and Monkey Pudding Pants.  He totally deserves every last one of them. He snores, growls gently when he is happy, will wake from a deep sleep and come running for hugs if he hears me talking sweetly to Fly (aka “The Competition”), passes wretched gas with abandon (and suspected delight), moves his body in opposing directions when he is excited (like a Pig dancing  Jig!), and has an oral fixation, wherein he must put a bone or chew toy or plush toy in his mouth after any prolonged absence from us and keep it there for the next 10-15 minutes. 

He’s the best and I adore him. I put him to bed with me every night, unless he does so himself. Before I turn in, I give him a kiss on the head and feel my hope restored. Happy Birthday, Pig!

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