The cocker spaniel I had when I was ten died of shampoo poisoning. I watched his poor, golden body twitch and groan as foam clung to the fur by his mouth. His eyes rolled back, and we all watched with a sickened horror ( Read more... )

It's nearing 11:00 PM and my nephew and I raid the fridge as quietly as we can. He's one of those "growing boy" types and so he pulls back with a bowl of ice cream, milk and a can of lychee fruit all crammed up in his massive hands. We breath out heavily, high and elated from our battling on Mario Party 5 before we assemble our snacks so we won't ( Read more... )