Returning to the scene of the trauma
As I write this, I am on a plane, flying to Chicago where I start my book tour. The irony of this fact is not lost on me. You see, I lived in Chicago for …
Unless the dog was wearing boots, that run was just about right. Wonder why dogs like snow?
I don't have a dog anymore, and my cats never go outside. The last dog we loved hated snow.
Never had a cat, but never thought they'd have the slightest interest in fruits or veggies.