The Bradshaws lie just south of Prescott, Arizona
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A walking tour of life, recovery, becoming a better
human being, loving friends and family, and dogs.
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2006
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October
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- Why dogs hate Halloween
- Cash-register honesty
- Where is PETA when you need them?
- We are not a glum lot
- There's nothing like a hug from a friend
- Hey, I can see my house from here!
- Fall into winter
- Bastin vom Kokeltal
- Taking a break
- "What's on today's agenda?"
- Another dog story
- My best day drinking . . .
- Food fight
- If I could only get Oz to fetch like that!
- Haiku
- Every dog has his day
- Century plant
- Recognize anyone?
- Barrel cactus flower
- The Bradshaws
- Hooligan
- Another sunset
- Another stunner
- Arizona sunset
- Cholla
- Arizona
- He dodged a bullet
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- I am a performance poet and writer. In a former life I was probably a gypsy. I am content wherever I am because I have the rooms of the Fellowship. I have 31 years of recovery, had a liver transplant in 2005 and am currently writing a daily meditation book for recovering addicts and alcoholics. I have two German shepherds, a fantastic husband and a great life.
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