Waking up — Dear Sasha, I’m writing to you for advice. I know it’s been a long time and you’ve probably given up on me for dead. That’s what one does with a mere dog one doesn’t see for a while. They tricked me into the crate. Being a young dog, I don’t…

Inch by Inch — Dear Sasha, You are right! I have moved very far away from you. I have no idea where I am. When the father of my family came to fetch me from the noisy, smelly, frigid place that was at least not dark, I was very hungry and thirsty. I needed…

Degree by degree — Hi! I’m Reiley the TCK dog. That’s Third Culture Kid. I moved with my family to a totally new country and I write home about it. I wrote two letters that you might like to catch up on before you read this one. Thanks for joining my adventure! …

Spring is Sprung — First Espistle and latest: Rieley’s First Day Waking upnmaccameron.medium.com Reiley’s Shivers Degree by degreemedium.com Dear Sasha, Little by little the grungy patches of ice slither into the ground. My toes no longer ache from the frozen ground and smells are exploding all around. That furry thing with the long fluffy tail disappeared for a few weeks. Now she has babies…

Roary monsters under the house. — Dear Sasha, I have exciting news to write to you, but first I must tell you about my new friend. Parsley is the same breed as you! She comes from very good bloodlines and has the same refined, gracious way of interacting with other dogs. She is younger than you…

Liquid Duty — Dear Sasha, This time I will just describe the house. I know you are really interested. We have a driveway now and a garage. There used to be a cat in there but it is long gone. There is a large area of grass in front of the house where…

Why do humans not like it when we talk out loud? — Dear Sasha, Everything is growing around here at the rate of the sun rise back home. Here, the light grows very slowly through the dawn, not like the sudden change where you are, and Wow! Green, green green like the brown never existed. The children come home from school and…

Dear Sasha, The warm weather is here! Oh the joy of green grass under one’s footpads! Not having the pee freeze halfway to the ground! I do miss poopcicles. Did I say that out loud? It is a special secret among dogs in this place and I shouldn’t be writing…

Dear Sasha, Don’t worry about me forgetting you! We both know that dogs live in the moment. That does not mean they have no memories! When I am here with the children sniffing around the verdant green stuff that grows where the snow used to, my mind is full of…

Dear Sasha, Amid great bustle and excitement, we stuffed the car to the gills with pots, pans, food, (I made sure my food went in first) toys, bedding and pillows, and a giant piece of fabric that smelled like home. My home with you. I felt instantly nostalgic when I…

Dear Sasha, The previous letter I wrote from the campground. This one I write from home and I’ll explain why. You know how I said dogs live in the moment. I was beginning to think we were permanently ensconced in the fabric tent. …

When will these humans settle down? — Dear Sasha, Thank you for your sympathy. It is much needed. My shoulder hurts where the other dog bit me. Sometimes I limp in the early morning. It doesn’t seem to be healing like I had hoped. Shortly after we returned from camp, the family all got up early and…

The mother and children wept and hung around my neck. — Dear Sasha. Dear, dear Sasha. I don’t know what to write. You may not even get this letter, but if you do you are hearing from the most unhappy dog in all the world. It happened so quickly. The mother had noticed my shoulder and started bathing it and rubbing…

I don’t want to raise false hopes. But knowing helps. — Dear Taunton, I write to you on the edge of despair. My friend, Reiley, left our community to move to a new home. We are now a world apart. …

Dear Taunton, Thank you for being our detective in the case of the missing Reiley. We have received a clue that we hope will guide you in your search. Late this morning, a very sick sparrow gasped her last breath on the beach where we dogs gather with our owners…