I love my dogs. Dune Dog - gone but not forgotten. Wags - "my little rock of Gibraltor" - outlasted one marriage and four serious relationships to finally pass away at the ripe old age of 19 years young. Phoebe - a silky princess eternally recovering from a sadness she communicated only with her eyes. Peach - my first puppy in a long time.

It is hard to describe how much all of them have enriched my life. These web pages are a humble attempt to do just that.

Duner was born May 15, 1985 - an event I celebrate on that date every year. He came to live with me on the beach a few months later. In 1992 he brought Wags home with him - telling me (in so many words) "this guy needs a place to live and we get along pretty well so...what do you think?"

Well, I didn't really want another dog in my life, but adopting Wags was one of the best things I ever did.

Dune Dog passed away June 15, 1998. I was in Italy at the time to compete in a sandsculpture contest and spent my first morning in town constructing a sand monument to my first dog.

Snapshot 8/23/07: This is a photo of me saying goodbye to my old buddy dog. Wags went to sleep in the sandbox for the last time on Aug. 18, 2007, relieving me of the need to make that decision every dog lover dreads having to make. He was a remarkable little creature, full of life and joy, who inspired several articles:

• Wags' Isle Ditter Dog Race Tips
• More about Wags and Isle Ditter Dog Races
• On The Joys of Finding a Good Dogsitter
• "Lookin' For Love in All the Right Places"

and here is a Wags Slideshow