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!
Fashion is very important to some folks. If you've seen my collection of T-shirts, you may feel either I am one of these people, or the antithesis thereof.
You know how good it sounds when you're in the shower in the morning, singing One Direction?
Know your dog? I'm sure you do. You could pick him out of a lineup.
I do not like Peeps.
Theoretically, warm weather is coming. I used to feel better about this theory, but I'm still willing to give it a chance.
Violence against others, be they a female, male, dog, cat or salamander, is never desirable.
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