Heads of warring nations could learn a lot about how to achieve lasting peace by watching dogs and cats who live in the same house.

Being young is easy, you know, but it takes guts to be old.

They say God never gives us more than we can handle, but sometimes I think God has overestimated what I can take.

My pet-sitting day ends around sunset, and it's very satisfying to know that I've made several living beings happy that day. That I left their food bowls sparkling clean and fresh water in their water bowls. That I brushed them so their coats shined, and played with them until all our hearts were beating faster. That I kissed them goodbye and left them with their tails wagging or flipping or at least raised in a happy kind of way. That's a heck of a lot more than any president, pope, prime minister, or potentate can say, and I wouldn't switch places with any of them.

I love the unabashed over-buttered, over-creamed, deep-fried, gooey, over-sugared excessiveness of Amish food.

Perfume companies ought to bottle the smell of crisp bacon. Forget pheromones. I’ll bet a woman with a little spot of bacon grease behind her ears would attract every male within a five-mile radius.

Heads of warring nations could learn a lot about how to achieve lasting peace by watching dogs and cats who live in the same house.