Mammal Mondays: Hairy Ankles

I have a carefully crafted plan designed to launch me out the door in the morning with the smallest possible amount of pet hair on my clothes. Okay, so “launch” is an overly hopeful term, considering how desperately difficult I find mornings. Let’s just suffice it to say I have a morning plan to get…

Mammal Mondays: All Bite and No (More) Bark

Most dogs pee on trees. Sherman eats them. Exhibit A: The flowering purple something-or-other bush in the backyard and the other lovely (but probably-not-flowering shrub), last September. Note the innocent appearance of the beast in the foreground. I spent much of the winter looking forward to my trees and shrubs bursting forth with new life….