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Fixing the Future, Epilogue: Collateral Repair

Moby had been elusive that first night of TNR, but Jen refused to give up. She had first see ...

Fixing the Future, Part 2: Letting Go and Hanging On

If the cats were telling this tale, we, the humans, would be the aliens in their alien abduction story and they the victims: baited, trapped, brought to an undisclosed location and anesthetized, only to awaken with evidence of a medical procedure having been ...

Fixing the Future, Part I: Trapping For Freedom

Had they been coyotes, we would have slowly retreated to the safety of our cars. Had they been cockroaches, we would have fled, screaming like banshees and brushing our crawling skin as if infected. But they were neither. They were just your basic house cat: dozens upo ...

National Service Dog Month

Since the late 1800’s Labor Day has been the official end of summer. The three day weekend signals going back to school for many, but its original purpose was—and still is—to celebrate the American worker—the blue collar, we-make-America-happen worker. Less kno ...

Small Acts of Kindness from Big Business

Being the new kid in town can be difficult. If you’re shy, you sit quietly at the cafeteria table at lunch, don’t rock the boat and hope someone befriends you. If you’re a little more confident and carefree, y ...

Fostering Love

“How do you do it?” I asked Rosie’s foster dad, Lee, when I picked up the little Jack Russell/Beagle mix to transport her to her forever home two States away. On my long journey across the country, I wondered if I’d ever have the strength to foster. “How do y ...

Holes in the Safety Net: An Unsheltered Pets and People Story

Holes in the Safety Net: An Unsheltered Pets and People Story

Barbara, a kind woman in her late sixties kissed her dapple long haired dachshund on the head. Attie, short for “Miss Attitude,” gave her a lick back, ...

Freedom Dogs

The brindle and white sausage-shape dog with pointy ears races across what was once the countryside of France, now scorched earth. He dodges bullets, jumps over trenches, and quickly searches foxholes, his nose leading the way. Nothing can deter him from his mission of finding the wounded sold ...

Your Dog’s Best Friend

“If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.” That’s how Mark Twain described New England’s fickle weather patterns. For some reason, when I think back to my childhood I don’t remember such drastic change, but I do remember the rains. The thunderstorms. The hurricane watches. ...

Where Love Was Against the Law

Although it was mid-summer, the sun was already almost to the horizon where I-70 hit the curve of the earth far in the western distance. I took a right off the interstate as instructed and found the unnamed, unmarked construction site that was to be our rendezvous place. Most transports are ...