fiction and creative non-fiction from Brennan Quenneville
Caitlin and I got our first dog, Elly, almost four and a half years ago. Shortly after that - once we had gotten accustomed to the daily trauma that was being Elly's parents - we realized that we actually wanted to have two dogs. Concerns about space, apartment rentals, and money kept us from growing [...]
When we got engaged last year, I felt pretty good about the gesture that I made to Caitlin. I took her on a vacation, to a nice dinner, gave her a beautiful ring - the whole nine yards. Thank God that was last year. Prospective husbands, the bar has been raised. Dramatically. And I'm not [...]
In light of some of my recent commentary, some have wondered how well my manic beast survived the Fourth of July holiday. Elly survived, of course, though she didn't seem to enjoy the process all that much. What was probably the low point of her weekend came on Saturday night when a series of explosions [...]
Caitlin and I have two dogs. The younger one is named Jersey and is sweet, affectionate, and great with people and animals alike. This is Jersey: The older one is named Elly. She is terrible. Don't get me wrong, I love Elly unconditionally - I might even love that dog too much for all the [...]
Due to my inability to satisfactorily convert 19,000 words and seventy-some odd footnotes to a format that would be palatable for this site, I've elected to make my cross-country novella, The Move, available as a readable PDF here. Enjoy!
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