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I stared into my dog’s big, brown eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I said, fighting back tears. And then I threw her off a cliff. Read more >>
With my two dogs—Mr. Magoo, an American bulldog, and Molly, a mastiff/Catahoula mix—in the back of my hatchback, I pulled into the Dudley Creek trailhead in Gallatin Canyon. Not quite a mile down the trail, Molly wandered off in the underbrush and I had Mr. Read more >>
One typical Saturday morning I found myself in the hills south of Livingston, unfolding my paraglider wing and setting off for an adventure in the warm autumn air. Daily Lake sparkled below as I sorted out the lines connecting the harness to the wing. Read more >>
I was enjoying an evening bike ride with my dog, Kirby. Along the way, the trail ran between two ponds and we stopped to watch a large beaver swim around. I was surprised at how close he came to us—I could even see his eyes. Read more >>
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