Baja mud hog... and a little catching up.

Sometime earlier this month (May 5th) G. Knight decided to treat herself to a spa treatment of the finest northwest forest mud bath. Actually, I've discovered that on energetic treks up into the woods with the other 5 dogs, G. Knight looks forward to this particular spot she found one day where spring water makes its way to the surface for a little cooling off. She hits the water, digs furiously, then plunges her snout completely into the muck she's created. She emerges from this little exercise envigorated, and completely proud of herself. Of all my dogs, she's the one who could use a little self-esteem boost, so I applaud her inventiveness.

Since this old blog has withered and died over the last 18 months, I'm going to quietly start bringing some aspects of it up to date.

I still have the original 4 baja dogs, and the puppy, Tessa. A little over a year ago, Charlie, a yellow lab, joined us via Baja, when Trisha and I rescued him from starvation. I have tons of pictures with captions that tell that story on my Picasa web albums gallery, here.

Charlie, May 2008, Oregon

Anybody who has read the entirety of this blog, or used to keep up with it may be wondering how things worked out for me and Trisha. Bottom line: it didn't really end up the way I had been hoping for, and we're pretty much going our own separate ways... finally. The transition has had its hard moments, but I recognize the various stages of grief I've gone through (and am still going through) as being necessary, and normal. She was a big part of my consciousness for almost 17 years, and now it's time to see what the next 30 years will bring into my life. I may touch on the subject every now and then, but most of the deepest thoughts seem to ask for a bit more privacy than being splashed all over cyberspace... besides, who really cares? If I do write about it, I'll try to make it have some useful purpose that could offer a bit of insight for other romatic souls going through some difficult times.

Mostly I'll just bore the world with my observations as I pivot from the past into the uncertain future. It's a bit lonely moving on without that soul sharing aspect of a best friend in the wings, but also feels like a breath of fresh air. There's a lot to do. I'll be photographing, making music, writing, continuing to raise my six dogs, working on making some money in the real estate business, and looking for any opportunity to get back into an airplane. I also plan to return to Mexico whenever I can. The el Cebu ranch, home of el Refugio Animal Sanctuary still has a magical pull on me, and a little time there will always be therapeutic.

One more thing... I've always got a little room in my life for a dog-loving soulmate... someday. Seriously... must love dogs! Lots of them. Non-negotiable. And a bit of willingness to meet a hard-headed, underachieving, hopelessly romantic, overly sentimental Aries guy in his (youthful... very youthful) 50s... halfway. Okay, that was a bit of humor, mainly for my own consumption, but hey... who knows? I just might get lucky. Cheers.