Author: WDavidJohnson

Spook often annoys Homer with his insensitive approach to Faded Glory’s guests. Homer never hesitates to criticize his feathered nemesis for his numerous shortcomings. The Fat Lady Sings. Spook can’t…

I Tawt I Taw a Puddy Tat! Homer decides to indulge in a beloved old canine pastime, and he is somewhat surprised that acting on an impulse can get you…

The Biker Gang Harleys have a unique sound of their own. I hear them all the time roaring up and down Route 60, and I even chased a few when…

What Is It really Like To Be A Dog? Each week as you read about me, I’m sure that some of you are able to step away briefly from your…

Going, Going, Gone! I knew the day would come . . . In her heart of hearts, Isabel knew deep down that she would someday have to dispose of Ray…

In this issue, Living at Faded Glory, Homer sees it all. Homer has no doubt that the most dangerous animals on earth walk on two legs. Do You See What…

Christmas Eve In Paradise It’s Christmas Eve and another year has passed here in the north Georgia mountains at Faded Glory Farm. Except for the random barking of bored farm…

In this issue, Isabel Whitlow reexamines her personal assets and decides to “head off old age at the pass” by engaging in an aggressive weight-loss program. Could this be the…

Dogs Are Really Evolved Creatures. . . Sometimes, from my limited vantage point on the front porch of Faded Glory, I watch our two-legged visitors and marvel at the fact…

Foreword to Homer As Christmas Day 1973 drew to a close, we were all aware that Aunt Isabel’s dog, Homer, had become the ‘family beggar.’ That day, he had conscientiously…