Anna Dibble
A Post-Thanksgiving poem
Old Bones By Gary Snyder Out there walking round, looking out for food, a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed that you can crack plucking, digging, snaring, snagging, barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes of scree— carry some—look for some, go for a hungry dream. Deer bone, Dall sheep, bones hunger home. Out there [...]
Sibyl’s delusion
Although Sibyl came across to others as a friendly dog, eager to please, sociable and fun to be around, she had another, less obvious side to her personality. She was under the impression (something she read in an online magazine to which she could never remember the URL ) that she could gain extra attention [...]
Holiday Cards
DibbleDog is offering holiday cards this year. You can choose one or all four cards. We will ship them to you in time for holiday mailing. LISTS: Email us your holiday name and address list, and we will write a holiday greeting inside, and ship your cards for you. Contact Anna at anna@dibbledog.com for prices. [...]
The Return of the Woofers
Mose, keyboard and harmonica, Wallace, bass fiddle, and Alison, vocals and jew’s harp were taking a well deserved break after a crazy summer on the road. Their rusty 1979 Chevy van, Bobby Johnson – named after their favorite player of the blues, had miraculously made it from home in New York, NY in mid-June to San Francisco [...]
Zelda’s dilemma
Ever since last January when she’d turned two, Zelda had been having an identity crisis. Although her mother told her it was typical for teens to live in a constant state of insecurity, she didn’t believe it for a second. She felt certain that all the other bitches in her pack were confident about who [...]
For D.G., with love
When Duncan and Guenever understood that Duncan was going to die very soon, they decided to put together a final, glorious performance. Duncan and Guenever had lived and worked together for as long as they both could remember. During the olden days they’d co-habituated with five difficult goats, two catnip crazed but talented cats, and [...]
A Mysterious Melancholy
Although Quentin usually loved September and October more than any other time of the year, this particular year he noticed a strange restlessness he’d only experienced before in late February. Daily, the leaves quickly changed from dark green into the fire colors he adored, the Ratatouille, and corn, shell bean and local pork sausage stir [...]
An Aversion to Sticks
Pogo decided he had wasted way too much time trying to figure out why he wasn’t the least bit interested in sticks. Recently a red haired man in an Andy Warhol Marilyn Monroe T shirt brought an armload of sticks into the dog park, and all the other dogs danced about on their hind legs, [...]
