Most pet owners have heard of the parvo virus. Perhaps not as many know much about it.
I was raised by dogs. Well, sort of.
Is it awkward when you go in for your yearly physical and your doctor leans in and sniffs your ears?
That Sam. That Sam! That dog Sam.
Singer Taylor Swift has said a player's gonna play, play, play, play, play. And similar is true for a baker (gonna bake, bake, bake, bake, bake).
If you read my column regularly, you're aware I'm a nerd, a nerd of many colors.
My vocation can make you a bit nutty. Or maybe you have to be eccentric to even get involved.
One of my favorite quotes is from the 1990s. "Snoop Doggy Dogg. Need to get a jobby job."
I don't play college football. I am the size of a smaller linebacker, but have the speed of an elderly penguin. So I am one of the many fans who puts my heart into it then complains when what I'd hoped for doesn't happen.
When I meet a person and somehow learn they don't like puppy breath, I have an innate level of distrust for them.
We are mammals, you and I. So are dogs, cats, ferrets and even our rats.
Have you heard of dihydrogen monoxide? It's in tons of products from soft drinks to bug sprays and even in baby food. It's one of the most caustic substances known to man and will eventually break down metal or rock if left in contact long enough.
Your pet's mouth is full of bacteria. Just like yours.
When I was about 12, Jake "the Snake" Roberts was a scary, scary man. His finishing move, the DDT, was the most devastating maneuver in professional wrestling. He would tuck your neck under his arm, then drive your forehead into the mat.
My dog is immune to the figure-four leg lock.
Thanks to my grandmother, I am now at peace with Kenny Rogers.
Words can hurt. Believe me, I know. If you've ever written a column and gotten some less-than-loving feedback, you understand.
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