A great shampoo I'm not sure I like anything better than a great shampoo. I once had a stylist with long, strong fingers with which she massaged and scrubbed my scalp without stopping for nearly the entire shampoo. Strong fingers and not stopping after a few strokes, that's the key to a great . . .
I was in my 20s when I appeared before a grand jury. My sin? Not killing dogs and cats. Let me explain. I was president of a humane society that held a contract to do animal control for the small capital city in which we lived. A shelter manager ran the operation and techs were on staff to do . . .
Riley's got the blog again. What's not to like about a dog with blog? Who's that I see out of the corner of my eye? "Listen, buddy. You think you're tough? You ain't so tough. I'm not sure who invited you here, but bug off!" It's salmon, right? Or maybe a liver treat? Maybe if I sit real pretty . . .