There are so many teen stars these days in essentially every genre it seems like a gimmick to mention it in any story about any of them. If I'd write ...
Our beloved golden retriever, Murphy, recently passed away. He had been a wonderful member of our family for 13 years.
Instead of bringing home goldfish from the town fair or letting hamsters go rogue between our bedroom walls, my family takes care of the chickens at our local farm.
I feel like I'm constantly reminded of how dogs bring alive the Third Metric values of well-being, wisdom, wonder and giving. They bring us joy. They keep us in the present moment. They make us laugh. They touch our hearts in the most unique way.
I have two cats. One's a bag of bones and the other's obese. I love them both, but there's a special place in my heart for the fat one. We understand each other.
Today I was love challenged. My son, his dad, who is my best friend, and I drove up to Gravenhurst, Ontario for a delightful lunch cruise on the Segwun, an old steamship that has been plying Lake Muskoka, off and on, for about 120 years.
I know I'm not the only one disappointed in President Obama - I'm not even the only democrat. But I really don't think we ought to sue him, impeach him, or waste time talking about it. Or gin up angry crowds with cheap taunts about it.
Today, the Earth got a little hotter, and a little more crowded.
I think we've started to make a fetish out of Fido. Throwing him birthday parties, dressing him up for the holidays, organizing doggy weddings. Do you have any idea how many dogs have their own Twitter accounts? Lots.
The premise for Dawn of the Planet of the Apes is that neither species is perfect but maybe, though not probably, there is common ground. Endowing apes with human qualities, frailties and emotions is still an amazing spectacle 46 years after the original film.
Animal symbolism is so deeply embedded in human culture that it is almost impossible to talk about animals without, simultaneously, speaking indirectly about human beings.
Is there anything grosser than bird poop all over your car? Even if it's on your windshield, it's hard to get off -- turn on your wipers and squirt some wiper fluid on it, and it still smears all over the place.
In the practice of meditation we learn that the process of breathing grounds us in the body.
This is a terrible story in every way. It is tempting, given these details, to reinforce the belief that the dogs have dangerous tendencies. That's the conclusion that the Boston Globe editorial board came to, certainly, in a profoundly wrongheaded, and unsigned, editorial called "Pit bull owners: know your breed."
It's a shame to see how loudly the calls for construction of the Keystone XL pipeline are when the preservation of our remaining Megafauna -- a resource unlikely to be technologically obviated, like oil, any time soon -- remains a backwater in the national discourse.
Whether they're eating a bowl of kibble or chasing a ball, dogs live for the present moment. The past is gone; you can't do anything about it. The future is unknown. The only thing you can really enjoy and affect is the present moment.