"Ruff!" came the sharp bark from two floors below. "Ruff!" at 3 AM barked Kooper. He woke me up. I slithered down two flights of stairs. Put on shoes and a jacket. Up to the kitchen went Kooper. He wanted a drink is all. I flopped onto the couch and covered up to sleep for a few more hours.
"Slurp," went Kooper's newly wet tongue on my face. "Slurp," at 3:05 AM licked Kooper. He wanted to go out now. Into the cold. Around the block to pee some and other stuff not suited for a PG blog.
So, I've been awake since then. Amazing how ruffs and slurps and cold have that wakening affect.
ZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.