Counting Candy

We used to trick or treat with the same seriousness exhibited by big game hunters. Instead of safari hats and guns, we sported rubber masks and flashlights. We traded tips on which houses yielded the best treats, and which should be avoided as a waste of precious...

Puppies Leaving

Millie was barely old enough to have a litter. Half Maltese mixed with yorkie and chihuahua, she is tiny and intelligent. We had planned to spay her after the holidays. New Year’s Eve, semi-terminal, ancient Jack found enough of a spark behind his failing heart for...

Going to the Dogs

For almost 50 years, I have slept with a small dog in the bend of my knees. Of course, it hasn’t been the same dog. I don’t have the Guinness Book of World Records on red alert. However, a number of the dogs have made it comfortably into double digits. I realized last...