All of the animals in our house have proper names as well as nicknames. This phenomenon is an anomaly in our house in that, unlike almost everything else here, it did not start with Darwin; it began with the cats. When I met my husband, I was in school studying to become a veterinary technician. . . .
All of the dogs here on East Dixie Highway are terriers and, accordingly, love dirt. This is to be expected and for me, if not my husband, is part of their charm. Remember, I'm a frat boy at heart and my tolerance for filth is much higher than it is for normal people. And drool! I love a slobbery, . . .