The road to dog rescue is paved with the 3 Bs: Bugs, Barf, and Bites, and I’ve had my share of them all. Date night with Karen is less likely to involve a romantic dinner and more likely to involve detonating flea bombs in my car to eliminate party favors left by a recent transport.
Twenty years ago, I walked into dog rescue quite literally by accident. While home from France for the winter holidays, I went with my bestie Carey to the Connecticut Humane Society to help search for her first dog. Initially reluctant to join her, I thought seeing all the undeservingly homeless dogs would break my heart. Which, predictably, it
Its been close to two years of allergy meds, dog fur resulting in the need for allergy meds, and the official conversion of our backyard into the landmine-infested stretch of earth we used to call a backyard. Two years of wet kisses and doggy breath, alongside a warm body who although he has a fierce bark, really has no bite. Adopting
