tales from the wild metropolis
"You're so sensitive!" That statement is rarely intended as a compliment. I don't get too worked up when it's flung in my direction, though. For one thing, by responding with nonchalance I'm contradicting the unsolicited appraisal. Secondly, I know the assessment can't be all that accurate because compared to a Star-Nosed Mole (Condylura cristata) I'm... Continue Reading →
Winter weekend mornings are perfect for catching a little extra shut-eye, but my fur-covered drill sergeant thinks it’s important to rise and shine on schedule, seven days a week. I can’t seem to dissuade him from this mindset. There’s a snooze button on clock radios and even on my iPhone, but wire-haired fox terriers don’t... Continue Reading →
Next-Door Nature 