Poor Little Coney O’Brien

Our poor little doggie Toby scratched his eyeball recently and has been stumbling around the house with a cone over his head ever since. The day he came home from the vet’s, he was in shock and refused to move a muscle. He had to be carried everywhere, upstairs, downstairs, out onto the lawn to pee. Two weeks later, however, he is a champion, navigating life as though he were coneless. Just a few more weeks …

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.