Sometime during the night of June 21, 2004, a garbage bag placed on the front porch of a home near Bath, PA mysteriously erupted spewing its contents throughout the porch and into the main house.
“I’m certain I closed the door from the house onto the porch last night before retiring,” said homeowner Stan Frantz
But this is the scene he was greeted with this morning. Continue reading
Tuesday, September 11, early in the morning, unknowing of what was to come, I finally made the choice to go surfing at the Jersey shore for the first time since moving east 3 years ago. I checked my email, handled the few chores requested by clients and packed the truck with my board and gear and headed out.
It was a pristine and crystal clear day, the early signs of fall in the air. I rejoiced as I drove across the garden state with my beloved lab, Lulu, at my side and surfboard in the back, that at last my life had reached my idea of perfection. I had finally, after years of struggle and hard work, found the life I had always dreamed of, a beautiful home in the country, animals to love and care for and an occupation I enjoyed which allowed me to work at home and go surfing whenever the ocean provided the waves. This day would be the day that signified the completion and fruition of my lifelong quest to get it all together.
Then the world changed. Continue reading
I love to go for rides in the car and swim and fetch sticks & balls. I also like to play tuggie with socks, and ‘you can’t catch me’ around the bed with my Daddy, Stanley. (he’s a human) My favorite place to go is the beach, especially the one with the big pond at the end of a creek. It’s great for swimming. I’m still a little afraid of the waves in the ocean, but sometimes there’s dead seals or other carcasses I like to roll in and get real stinky, if my Daddy doesn’t catch me first. Continue reading