"I’ve heard of pigs flying" 

But this is outrageous

"I’ve heard of pigs flying"

But this is outrageous

"Rootface"

Side view - missing lower jaw

"Rootface"

Side view - missing lower jaw

"Old gods new monster"

"Old gods new monster"

"Why I can’t have nice things"

"Why I can’t have nice things"

"Howl"

It’s one of those perfect Colorado summer nights. A cool gentle breeze in the air with a slight touch of autumn. Great for a late dog walk beer in hand and bed.

"Howl"

It’s one of those perfect Colorado summer nights. A cool gentle breeze in the air with a slight touch of autumn. Great for a late dog walk beer in hand and bed.

"Gonna be one of those days" 

Where I work 15 hours, have no one to walk my dog in the afternoon, need caffeine and can feel my blood pressure rising already.

"Gonna be one of those days"

Where I work 15 hours, have no one to walk my dog in the afternoon, need caffeine and can feel my blood pressure rising already.

"Gentleman’s Companion" 

White cavalier, what ever you want to call ‘em. Men of my grandpas generating remember bull terrier’s because General Patton had one. So of coarse I had the best conversation with an older gentleman tonight out walking Lola. I love how men of that generation carry themselves. It doesn’t matter what you do for a living when you get home you clean yourself up, throw on a pair of slacks and a button down, maybe some loafers. It’s something my generation has lost and why I make it a point to hold the door for people and carry a handkerchief. He even talked like my grandpa, who never said goodbye but “we’ll see ya.” I imagined he was a engineer in his youth with the pocket protector and slender silver pens slightly protruding out of his plaid shirt. I could tell it made both of our nights when I knew which general had a bull terrier, and when he said “sometimes I think they’re better than people” I knew exactly what he meant. Out here sitting on a bench just taking a break from riding his bike, 89 if he was a day. That’s what I aspire to be. 

We’ll see ya.

"Gentleman’s Companion"

White cavalier, what ever you want to call ‘em. Men of my grandpas generating remember bull terrier’s because General Patton had one. So of coarse I had the best conversation with an older gentleman tonight out walking Lola. I love how men of that generation carry themselves. It doesn’t matter what you do for a living when you get home you clean yourself up, throw on a pair of slacks and a button down, maybe some loafers. It’s something my generation has lost and why I make it a point to hold the door for people and carry a handkerchief. He even talked like my grandpa, who never said goodbye but “we’ll see ya.” I imagined he was a engineer in his youth with the pocket protector and slender silver pens slightly protruding out of his plaid shirt. I could tell it made both of our nights when I knew which general had a bull terrier, and when he said “sometimes I think they’re better than people” I knew exactly what he meant. Out here sitting on a bench just taking a break from riding his bike, 89 if he was a day. That’s what I aspire to be.

We’ll see ya.