Thank You for Being My Boy - A Dog's Memoir

My name is Georgia, stage name Ophelia. I'm a well-heeled terrier-hound with a taste for chicken, mozzarella, Chardonnay, and peanut butter-bacon biscotti. I've scaled Rocky Mountains, eaten fresh-caught fish on a Key West Christmas Eve Beach, been chased by Coyote and almost caught, and run over and dragged half a block by a Cadillac Coupe DeVille. I've wandered the New Mexican desert in search of ancient wisdoms, ambled Boston's Freedom Trail asking how a country with so much potential went so wrong in only two hundred and fifty years, been run out of Nashville's Grand-Ole Opry Ryman Auditorium, and visited the graves of Thelonious Monk, Judy Garland, James Baldwin, Henry David Thoreau, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Louisa May Alcott, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Jack Kerouac, Edgar Allan Poe, Benjamin Franklin, Johnny Mercer, Stephen Foster, Stanley Turrentine, and Andy Warhol. I've wine-and-cheesed with a mayor, breakfasted with a Senator, kissed and cuddled a governor, and've been blessed by a Catholic priest, a Buddhist monk, and a Native American Medicine Man. I've braved raging Colorado river rapids, been bit on the face by a snake, marched in the 2008 Democratic National Convention and got placed on an FBI watch list for that, seen Niagara Falls, been almost arrested twice, walked through Times Square up to The Dakota where John Lennon lived and died and got run out of there, been photographed at his Central Park Strawberry-Fields Imagine Memorial, stood on the Dealey Plaza X in Dallas where Kennedy got perforated from all four directions, and have been where Albert Einstein, Abraham Lincoln, George Washington, and Martin Luther King made history, experiencing love, joy, adventure, tragedy, and death, and come through it all a better dog. This is my story.