We had us a dog named Mickey. He was one of them huge Bernese Mountain dogs. The things dogs do don’t surprise me no more. Not after him. He was one good-looking son of a bitch. He really was. He used to chew on our tires. The tires of our bikes. Doggie gum is what my sister called it. He killed her two years later. It was like three chomps and then.
Gulp.
Gone.
Rebekah Hopp is originally from Whitefish, Montana. She came to Southern Oregon seeking a place to develop her creative skills. In her free time, she enjoys long walks in nature and reading, especially the works of Mary Oliver, from which she derives inspiration for her writing. She loves tender things and strange things and tries to balance them in her life and in her art.
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