From 8,000 Miles of Dirt: Smeagle is the barometer by which I gauge a great deal of my life. If his head is hanging out the window or if he is wet and covered with mud, then everything is going well. But if he is curled up on the seat and sleeping, we need to take an "attitude adjustment" break and knock about for a bit.
This Video Clip shows Mickey demonstrating his "dog bowl" nunchaku skills and rabbit dreaming in his senior years. This Video Clip shows Kirby's early beginnings after "the passing on of the dog bowls" and flashes along his stellar trajectory.
Smeagle #3 was my founding partner at TWN. Also known as “the luckiest dog in the world,” he shouldered loads along the trails of high country pack trips, copiloted 10's of thousands of miles of dirt roads, and swam miles and miles and miles of river. He was a strong and wild-savvy companion who always rose above my weaknesses.
From 8,000 Miles of Dirt: True to his nature as a water-dog connoisseur, Smeagle inspects the clarity and savors the bouquet at O'Brian Springs
From the Floater's Guide to Wyoming: The slow pace on the Powder River gives Smeagle a chance to contemplate the meaning of life and an expanding universe.
Mickey loved a game. During his early camping years I had to spend each morning searching for the dog bowls he had hidden during the night. Eventually I ended up tying the bowls together and tethering them to Black Irene's rear bumper each evening. He immediately converted the apparatus into a deadly weapon that came to be known as the “dog bowl” nunchaku, which he marshaled with great skill. It wasn't until his senior years that I began to understand “one thing.”
Mickey on our last backpack trip into the Wind River Mts.
Mickey knew the suffering it took to sing the blues.
Mickey was sometimes a "stinker" and he dearly loved a good drop-roll-and-plow in a fresh, green cow pie.
Kirby the pup (occasionally called “Butters”) was like a brilliant shooting star and there was great fear that such a life-force would be a flickering flash. But his Juju was strong and true and this dog-nova is still burning bright. The dog's got swagger. He setup a toll-gate in the ally and none shall pass without paying a pet and he dines on the bread of the first golden cake to spatter the griddle. Outside of a few social restrictions (far too few the neighborhood may say) Kirby is a spirit-giant and free from my shackles. “Yes Kirby, Ok Kirby, Just a minute Kirby.”
Kirby the dog-nova.
Kirby on Little Mountain.
Kirby is Zen.