Danny Goes for a Swim

I’d like to tell you, gentle reader, of my travails. I’m Danny the Dog, and today’s adventure is about a morning that will live in infamy. It started out as most of my mornings do. At 5:00 a.m., I wagged my tail, hitting the wall with it, and then I started in with my patented […]

Danny and the Toad

Danny the Dog here with another tale of lust and depravity—oh wait, that’s Andrew’s bailiwick. Andrew, for the few of you who don’t know, is my human. He’s not around at the moment. They opened a new bar in town and Andrew flew down there to give them some business. I’ll probably get a call […]

Danny Extorts Andrew

Hello, everybody. It is I, your favorite dog, Danny the Dog. At least I’m your favorite dog that pens episodic epistles. I write about my life, my loves, and my losses—although I do not lose very often. Today I’m here to tell you about one of my many wins. And of course, it’s a win […]

Danny’s Affinities

First, I would like to introduce myself. I am Danny the Dog and I live on a boat with my human, Andrew. He’s okay … for a human. But today I want to talk about two of my most favorite things in the world. First: turkey slices. Every morning I take Andrew out for his […]

Danny and Thunder

I am fearless. I am Danny the Dog and (to be redundant), I fear nothing. I chase squirrels, chickens, raccoons, ducks, and of course, cats. However, there is one thing that kind of gets to me, and that is thunder. I don’t know why that is. My human, whose name is Andrew, told me I […]

Danny and the Tiki Hut

I, of course, am Danny the Dog, purveyor of wit, wisdom, and words. In times past, I’ve captivated and enthralled multitudes with my wondrous tales of taking Andrew for his morning constitutional to the park; however, I’ve been remiss in not regaling my fans with narratives of our stop by the Tiki hut every morning. […]

Just Another Massacre

By Dana Hedgpeth (Published in The Washington Post, September 26, 2021) Historians consider it the worst massacre of Native Americans in U.S. history. Yet few have ever heard of it. The Bear River Massacre of 1863 near what’s now Preston, Idaho, left roughly 350 members of the Northwestern Band of the Shoshone Nation dead, making […]

Danny and Mike

I have written about my friend Mike before in other venues, he of Mike and Beth fame. But now, I want to go into a little more detail concerning him. However, before we discuss Mike, perhaps I should introduce myself to all you neophytes out there. Not that there are many. Everyone knows who Danny […]

Danny and the Terror

I’m back! It is I, Danny the Dog, everyone’s favorite pooch. I took a few days off from my writing chores so my human, Andrew, could use the computer. He had to work on some book he’s writing. I told him I’d do it for him, but no, he told me that I don’t write […]