![]() And alligators! The cars and trucks are bigger, and there aren’t as many bikes. On my various walks I’ve seen frogs and turtles and armadillos. Adorable!Īnyway, Texas is different from Oregon. (Don’t tell him I called him that.) He sleeps half the day and sort of snorkles when you pet him. ![]() For a moment, on the “person end” of the leash, it’s like holding dog-kite combination.īut most of the time Neville’s a pussycat. He’s pretty good with people and other dogs, but he has a thing for big black trucks: he barks and leaps at them. When Neville thinks a walk is in the offing, he jumps three feet straight up into the air, executes a triple Lutz-double toe loop, licks your face, and bolts for the door. But now, hallelujah, Neville has settled down. Neville thanked him by chewing the corners off three Oriental carpets, shredding the doormat, and gnawing through two expensive halters and an “indestructible” bed. ![]() My husband rescued him from the pound for a dollar. Neville Dog is part black-mouth cur and part mystery, a dog-and-a-half stuffed into a 47-pound furry package of cuddles and TNT. ![]() He plays Texas Roots music on a Collings guitar. He wears cowboy boots and big belt buckles. But he’s lived in Texas for forty-odd years and, you know, Texas can change a guy. ![]() I lived in Oregon for a really long time, and I never in a million years imagined that I’d move from there, but my life changed in various ways, and then I fell in love. ![]()
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