As a veterinarian I’ve had the privilege of tending many exceptional medical alert and seeing-eye dogs over the years. These dogs change lives by enabling their person to thrive. […]
A dark-haired, handsome guy shares domestic life with me, and I treasure him dearly. As romance heroes go, he has some creds. For example, he never says much unless he’s worried for my welfare, and then he’s as vocal as he needs to be. He’s kind to kittens and others of his ilk, and never asks much for himself. He’s protective of me, asks little, and is great company. On my bad days, he’s always up for a hug, and he’s never spoken a harsh word in my direction.
I met Sarge when my mastiff died, and my bull mastiff needed a buddy. I didn’t want a puppy, because the bull mastiff was elderly, and puppies of any species take a lot of patience. My daughter is a veterinary technician, and told me that black dogs have a hard time at the shelters. People do not adopt old dogs, big […]
I’ve never owned a pet. I wanted to when I was younger, but my mother said, “Sure, as long as you take care of it.” At which point I thought about it, and realized, no, I don’t really want to get a dog. So I tried fish, which didn’t work because the one snail we had (to eat the algae) turned into over 500 – I counted.
Then I went to New Zealand, where everyone I knew had an animal. Cats, dogs, horses, cows, sheep – okay, the latter weren’t pets (really), but in a rural farming community animals abound. And for a few months I lived in a household that had a cat named Cypher, and a dog named Dante. […]