I recently enjoyed a day of whitewater rafting near Clayton.
The following is a true story. Names have been omitted to protect the innocent, as well as the less-than-innocent.
The time is nigh and fantasy football approaches!
An eponymous disease is a disease named after someone. Names tend to be known better than the scientifically descriptive name and are usually the way physicians refer to the disease when talking with patients or clients. Thus, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis is known as Lou Gehrig's disease.
A recent survey published online showed some shocking results about science literacy in America. Twenty-five percent of people thought the sun orbits around the earth. That is truly disturbing.
In her song, Aretha Franklin was explicit. Not in the parental warning kind of way, but in the honest and this-is-what-I-want way. She wanted respect. So she demanded it with a catchy tune.
I occasionally suffer from sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia. You might have it, too. And your pet could, too.
I sometimes call a movie a documentary in jest.
"Is he going to die?"
It is my conviction that convection is a danger to your dog, your cat, your grandma and ice cream.
The sun will come out tomorrow. Annie told me that in a song, but given how the past few months of alleged "spring" have gone, I began to doubt.
Tomorrow, May 19, begins National Dog Bite Awareness week. Like most dates of celebration, it serves as a means to promote something we should remember year-round.
I am not a people doctor. Some people might even tell you I am not a people person. So please take this with a grain of salt.
You've seen it on television or in movies. The injured individual, possibly deceased, and someone with a light shines it in their eyes to check the pupils. But what does it really mean?
It's like a bad horror movie. Worms! In your heart!
I suppose it was unavoidable. This week I got my first email from a reader regarding canine influenza and the ongoing outbreak here in the U.S.
Shakespeare told us a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Last year, one of my son's favorite Georgia Bulldogs tore his anterior cruciate ligament.
Happy Easter! As you read this, I am on my way to Chicago for opening day at Wrigley Field.
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