I lost my dog...and I had her for a little over a month

I lost my dog today. She decided to walk with a man who was walking along the road. I called, and called to her but she just kept running. The man, who tf knows who HE is, wouldn't even stop walking five minutes to let me catch her. So this guy keep doing his "power walk" workout, as Izzy runs her little brains out. I keep calling to her, but she doesn't come. So I head out to the road. The man, the dog up the road. Far ahead of me. I keep calling~ nothing. I keep walking. Pretty soon I figure 3/4 mile. I see the man way up ahead rounding the turn. No Izzy in sight. I turn around, walk home for my truck. I take the truck up the road. No man, though I have seen him a gazillion times before walking. No dog. I search side roads~nothing, so I turn around. As I come back down the road, I see a man a woman poking around by the side of the road. So I ask um, "Have you guys seen a brown dog?" They say, "ya, it got hit by a truck, and now it's gone". They told me a truck hit her. She was laying by the side of the road. The truck keeps right on going. The man who finds her goes back to his house to tell his wife. They come back out to find Izzy gone. They told me her mouth was bloody. Izzy has Humane Society Tags on. She also has a microchip, and a rabies tag from Indiana. I think I wrote my phone number on the yellow tag, along with her name. I'm thinking the worst, because that's what I do. If anyone finds her, give me an email quick like: loraxII@hotmail.com
Thanks in advance.

Rowe Camp

This past Memorial Day weekend, I had the pleasure of driving all up, over and through the Berkshires. Partly because I forgot to make a left turn, and partly because I enjoy taking the long way. My destination; Rowe Camp for a workshop called; "Awakening from Grief". The workshop could've been called anything else because it really didn't relate all that much to grief, or suffering. Rowe Camp is in the tiny town of Rowe, Massachusetts. The photo is my little piece of heaven, with the conference center and apple trees in the background.

I enjoyed the trip up there as much as the workshop, maybe more. Because I forgot a turn, I got to drive through the Williams College campus, in North Adams. Beautiful views of Mt. Greylock, and the Berkshires. I went through Florida, and called my mom, in the State of Florida to let her know, then I promptly lost cell service for the rest of the weekend. Thank God!

I met some great people, shared in good conversation, vegetarian food, and song with no television, no phones, and no news. Perfect. I was told that I'm an inspiration, amazing, and beautiful. I am grateful to have made such an impression. I hoped to leave my mark, and speak for myself, as much as for the spirit within me. I haven't been able to get used to sleeping on the ground. I never had a problem with it in my twenties, but now that I'm in my forties, the ground is so much harder. The weather was perfect. The black flies were horrendous, but I managed to ignore them for the most part.

If you ever get the chance to spend time at Rowe Camp and Conference Center, I urge you to do so. They have programs all the time, on a variety of different subjects.

Rowe

May 24th/ Thursday's Walk

This morning, Izzy and I hiked up back to Rapids Rd. via old cornfields, and woodlands. I decided to bring my digital camera because I'm always wishing I could share what I see with others. Though I'd rather bring people with me, it's not always practical or easy to organize. So I began snapping pictures. The picture of the day was the Wood Frog. I definitely think this one is suitable for framing. I also got closeups of an adult toad, and a baby toad.