Dogs and buns will be flying on the Fourth of July.
Today marks an end of an era at the Kodiak Daily Mirror.
Pepper Jack has acquired a strange addiction — eating off the kitchen floor.
With the easing of mandates, I spent a portion of last Saturday playing fungo golf at Baranof Field.
Cody James — yes, we give middle names to our pets — was at it again Thursday.
Hoagy is the gold at the end of the rainbow.
For those wondering, Lady Human did not boot me out of the Clarkston Zoo.
While taking the garbage out, I’ve been known to stick my head in the dumpster and look around.
A few weeks ago, on one of my walks home from work, I checked in with Grandma C.
I survived the first week without live sporting events.
Well, my job just got a lot easier ... and boring.
At the end of every conversation I had with Joe “Coach” Floyd, he would ask me about my bike.
I did it. I finally dusted up enough courage to take the plunge.
The NFL season is over, but football is not.
I’m all for blizzards, especially the kind served at Dairy Queen, but this week’s storm that paralyzed the city was ridiculous.
There are not a lot of perks that come with being a reporter.
Which one of these three statements is true:
I am a television junkie, and earlier this week, I stumbled upon a show that zoomed into my top 10 — “America’s Top Dog.”
“HOLY FREEZER STICKS!”
Santa Claus must have had time to read my letter because the big man delivered, well sort of.
Dear Santa,
Two new members were added to the Clarkston Zoo this week — Elmer, the bunny, and Danny, the deer.
No more oatmeal for dinner — the Lady Human of the Clarkston Zoo has returned, and with that comes a variety of meal options.
It has been a chaotic and tiring week at The Clarkston Zoo.
There I was, sprawled out on a couch inside room No. 139 at the Springhill Suites in Anchorage sound asleep.
“Oh, the weather outside is frightful
I gingerly turned the doorknob of the front door of my mom’s house, trying to be as quiet and sneaky as I could be.
As you read this, I should be 30,000 miles above ground, sitting on an Alaska Airlines jet headed to Washington state.
I stood inside an exam room at the Kodiak Veterinary Clinic, grasping Gizmo close to my heart, trying to keep him from seeing the tears trickling down my whiskery face.
Gizmo is in the dog house.
I had this week’s column figured out, that was until I forgot to cover the event.
Let me squash the rumors right now. I am not going anywhere. You, the readers, are stuck with me rather you like it or not.
Every guy with a lady human has been in this situation: stuck in a store while she puts her sole in shoe after shoe.
Last week in this space, I wrote about Pepper Jack’s early-morning walks. This week, let’s talk about his late-night outings.
As a sports scribe, 7 a.m. does not exist. I go to bed late and get up late.
WHEW. That was the sound of me exhaling.
I didn’t plan on spending part of Thursday afternoon chasing a ferret around the Clarkston Apartment, but there I was caught in some kind of game with Otis.
Opening up the mailbox and finding a white jury notice postcard is a mood killer. I received mine during the summer and, since I coach baseball during that time, got it shifted to January and February.
I have my nephews to blame for the song that keeps popping in my head.
There was no Loyola-Chicago in this year’s American Kennel Club’s most popular dog breed rankings.
The past two weeks have not been merry at the Clarkston Zoo.
I didn’t realize how physically demanding ringing a bell was until last Friday.
It’s been a depressing week in the Clarkston apartment, despite the fact that the Seahawks won and my fantasy football team is still kicking.
A thesaurus is needed when picking an adjective to describe the Kodiak High School boys’ 15 consecutive Region III cross country titles.
Good morning, or should I say good afternoon or good evening depending on when your newspaper is delivered.
Sitting in a comfy chair in the spacious living room of the Engvalls’ Rezanoff Street home, Bill Foster gazed in awe at the lady resting comfortable on a couch directly across from him.
Christopher Kavanaugh has a nose for Wint-O-Green Life Savers. He sniffs them out like my dog Gizmo sniffs out week-old hot dog buns.
With a wooden paddle in his right hand, Perry Paige smacked an orange whiffle ball that landed softly in a net and came to rest on the plastic flooring covering the Baranof Park Ice Rink.
During the decade I’ve been in Kodiak, I’ve interacted with hundreds of people.
The residents of “The Rock” have gone batty for rocks.
Alaska high school basketball coaches should lose their voting rights.
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