I cannot imagine a cat in an Obedience ring, running around in the hot sun and doing things on command. For it would not make sense. Whereas a dog is tolerant of your not making sense and only wants to fix things so you are happy.

There must be hundreds of unsung heroes and heroines who first tasted strange things growing - and think of the man who first ate a lobster. This staggers the imagination. I salute him every time I take my nutcracker in hand and move the melted-butter pipkin closer.

I know of nothing to compare with the welcome a dog gives you when you come home.

nothing decorates a home like books. There they are, waiting to decorate the mind, too!

November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.

Whoever decided that comic valentines were a good idea should have been sent away to think it over.

Dog lovers are a good breed themselves.