Monday, September 3, 2012. If the world were a canoe lake. There is a moment when everything changes. You drape a towel around your shoulders. Your friends beckon you to follow them; muddy feet balancing halfway into your boots, you lean forward into a tottering walk beside them, laughing as you listen to their devious plans to surprise hug a fellow staffer. A shiver reaches your calves, your neck, your spine. Magic shifts inside the morning air. Tuesday, July 3, 2012.

The Adventures of Allie and Avery. This weekend I had the immense pleasure of fostering two eight-week old terrier puppies who were just transferred to Animal House. A lot of work and money goes into each rescue dog that a shelter cares for; at Animal House. You can imagine my frustration, then, when a person or couple comes into the shelter and, not seeing any available puppies that are the breed or size they want, ask where the nearest pet store is because they.