Recently a friend pointed out that her dog became much more sane after it began spending more time working. In this case work could be defined as trotting about the perimeter of the back garden and defending it from the local squirrels who then hurl oranges down upon the canine in question. The little white […]

My aged mother has a dog. I suppose that this first sentence requires further elaboration. I am officially old, at least according to recent surveys of the American public, thus my mother, who is quite logically older than I, would qualify for the description of ‘very old.’ Somehow I feel that the term ‘aged’ is […]