Rupert, hot dog champ
(whispering) I’m here with Rupert, famous six time hot dog liberator, on what locals call the Alabama Back Nine. After a record-setting finish in the Poop Walk 500, our champion wasn’t finished! We’re here, watching, ...
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Jake, garden warden
Way back when, Jake was the warden of the Gardens of Versailles, responsible for de-varminting the environs, keeping watch at night, and generally adding an atmosphere of Good. His favorite bloom was the starflower that ...
Thomas, wise
The name Thomas comes from Aramaic, meaning “twin,” which is appropriate since cats have dual natures: cuddly and callous, dainty and ferocious, demure and wild. Thomas was mischievous in his youth, hopping up on his ...
Pippa, the Waker Upper
Have you ever awoken with such a feeling of contentment, so well-rested that all the world is a warm glow of sunlight, you can’t remember where or even who you are and it doesn’t matter ...
Nellie, not a Pit
There’s no such thing as a bad dog, and Nellie is proof. She’s full of energy, equally ready to play or cuddle (her ferocious licks can wipe away eye boogers and clear a stuffy nose in one ...
Sammie, The Soundtrack
1992. Sixth grade. Nirvana’s ‘Come as You Are‘ plays and suddenly I know what real music is. Every time I walk Sammie, I get that feeling back again. His paws tap out that intro bass ...
Wasabi, Man About Town
I get to see Wasabi (aka Houdini) just about every day. Well, “see.” Mostly, I feel him shoot between my legs as I’m trying to get the dog of the house out the door. Wasabi’s ...
Mocha, a pleasure
(Best read in your best Ricardo Montalban or Antonio Banderas voice) Mocha: to walk her is to experience the pleasure of a worthy canine in the Labrador tradition of luxury. With her rich Corinthian fur, ...
Harley, a journey
I once spent a summer in a van with Harley, one, because I wasn’t about to ride 2,000 miles on the back of his bike, and two, he got a note from a kitty in ...
Sampson & Rosie, storytime
Once upon a time, there lived a little corgi on the edge of a forest. In the mornings, Rosie would pull up her hood and grab her basket and go into the forest to collect ...