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

My name is Georgia, a well-heeled terrier-hound with a taste for chicken, mozzarella, Chardonnay, and peanut butter-bacon biscotti. I've eaten fresh-caught fish on a Key West beach, been chased by coyote and dragged half a block under a Cadillac Coupe DeVille. I've wandered the New Mexican desert seeking ancient wisdoms and been onstage in NYC, ambled Boston's Freedom Trail, been in 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 wined-and-cheesed a mayor, breakfasted with a senator, kissed a governor and been blessed by a Catholic priest, Buddhist monk, and 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 placed on an FBI watch list for it, seen Niagara Falls, the Continental Divide, been almost arrested twice, walked through Times Square up to The Dakota where John Lennon lived and died and got run out by Homeland Security, photographed at Lennon's Central Park Imagine Memorial, stood on the Dealey Plaza X in Dallas where Kennedy got perforated from several directions, and have been where Albert Einstein, Abraham Lincoln, George Washington, and Martin Luther King made history, experiencing love, joy, adventure, tragedy, death and come through it all a better dog.
This is my story.