Arch Enemies, The Canine Kind
No one’s busting into Boris’ brown-brick bungalow with the bird bath on the balcony as long as Blinky’s on guard. Why, you ask? Clearly, you’ve nev...
The Dog Who Loved Women
You’ve gotta see it to believe it. Truly. DJ, my spunky Welsh terrier with dewy brown eyes, a pearly white smile and a jaunty gait has a way with w...
The First Dog
I haven’t liked how things have gone in the White House these past eight years—and it looks like we’re in for four more. This isn’t just about poli...
The Clean Way to Serve Raw
Containment is the name of the game when you feed your cat or dog a raw diet. You want to keep the food in a cordoned-off area, so you don't find a...
My Life as a Dog
My dog, DJ, has been giving me strange looks lately—he can’t figure out why I’ve suddenly started sniffing trees, telephone poles, and, of course, ...
Mr. Pet Peeve
Becoming a dog owner opens up a whole new world of pet peeves—like walking the dog in the rain, paw prints on freshly waxed floors, and taking out ...