Our dog, Stella West, is a long haired Chihuahua mix. I like to say she’s 25% dog, 25% cat, and 50% demon. Any discussion of her requires a reading of this post I wrote for my personal blog in 2009, roughly a month after we adopted her: The Story of Stella Here is...
All I saw was a kitten who’d struck out on her own, a little stripedy runaway. She had gumption, I could see that. Desires, dreams. She wanted a bigger world than the one she’d been dealt. She was a renegade. She had to be mine. But she was also a five-week-old...
Remember that show Room Raiders on MTV? It was this dating show where hopeful singles tried to assess the personalities and interests of potential mates by touring their rooms. Three years ago, my room would have told the story of a messy girl with a lot of books....
The Cat Who Lost Her Tail I think I’ve just come up with a great title for a children’s book—maybe there’s a new writing adventure in store for me. Now, if I could only draw… but photos will have to suffice for now. I think cats get short shrift. Not that I...
Our dog Pepi the Pooch was a rescue dog. We decided to get a puppy for my eight-year-old son Owen one Christmas, and went down to the dog pound to find one. There was a group of puppies in one cage, all siblings who had been left there after the mother had been...
This is Annie, named after the orphan. We found her nine years ago, in a French layby near the Swiss border, very thirsty and hungry and in a terrible condition: you could literally see her ribs and her skin was patchy with scabs. It turned out later that she had...
