In my last column, I let you know I was in the marching band in high school.
I was in a band in high school, had long hair down to the middle of my back and played solos in front of thousands of people. I also spent many a Friday night immersed in the joy of music.
Since wiffle ball isn't a very heroic sport, I will skip my personal history of injuries related to it. Instead I will tell you about my last basketball game in vet school.
A lovely aquarium called the Shedd Aquarium is in Chicago. It looks out on the water and is nestled between a planetarium, a giant museum of history and Soldier Field.
I remember my first taste of Diet Coke. It was also my last. The taste, to me, is similar to bug spray.
This past April, I was lucky enough to attend the first opening night in Wrigley Field history. As a long-suffering Cubs fan - I played second base when Ryne Sandberg was the best second baseman - this was a dream come true.
Dogs and cats have brains, and those brains work much the same way human brains do.
I loved Wolverine before it was cool.
Bless your heart.
If you read my column regularly, you'll know how often I stress the importance of making sure you find experts to trust on matters of science and medicine.
My daughter now has teeth. I'm sure it happens to all babies. But not all babies think it's so funny to use their teeth on me.
Don't eat yellow snow. Don't put your hand on a red-hot stove. Don't get involved in a land war in Asia.
Urine trouble - I see it almost every day.
There is an epidemic in America. It is not ebola or measles, at least not yet.
It's a question born from ignorance. All the best questions are.
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Lemmy is coming in today.
My day starts out in a sadly typical manner.
Lemmy is cooler than me. Not as far as thermoregulation goes. Normal canine body temperature is almost 3 degrees higher than is human temperature.
I have a love-hate relationship with my fax machine.
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