It was a typical kennel morning. She had clicked off the alarm at 6, groomed herself for the day and put on her morning tea. It was tea she was drinking these days (green tea) since that was the rage now. Tea and a bowl of blueberries. She liked taking care of...

Not too long ago, I was talking with a group of exhibitors at a dog show. Nothing unusual about that, I’m always talking with somebody. But, in this case, a long-time Dalmatian breeder brought up a subject very dear to my heart. She wanted to know about the future of...

Picture it! Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, 1970. Things were great in The White House. Things were great at the shows. Things were great in the movies. Life was … well … life was great! Now, maybe some of that “greatness” was because I was thirty-seven years younger. Or,...