Travels with Frankie

I’m not John Steinbeck. And Frankie isn’t Charley. Probably the only thing we have in common is that I’m a writer, Frankie is a dog, and we’re heading out in a car together. Nor am I Jack Kerouac. And Frankie definitely isn’t Dean Moriarty. I’m a stressed-out middle-aged woman with a small frightened dog and…

Wyatt Earp’s dog

As you will soon discover, the  story I’m posting here today isn’t primarily about Wyatt Earp’s dog; he’s a minor character. But not only is his the only image I have, but the attempt to identify his breed — border collie mix, as it turned out — led to a colorful story about a lookalike…