We’re in the dog days of summer (click here for some history on that phrase), which are not my favorites. It’s not because I’m a cat person rather than a dog person, but because they tend to be really hot, and we know I was not made for summer.
But today is a very special dog day: National Mutt Day. Mutts are really my favorite dog (if we’re going for purebred, Siberian Husky, but I’m not much of a fan of the problems that come with purebred animals). Heinz 57 dogs in my experience seem to be hardier. My favorite was my parents’ dog Pepper, who in her mishmash of doggy DNA had to have had a healthy serving of border collie. She was floofy, sweet, smart and a lover of noogies (my fault). Today, let’s hail all the Peppers in our lives … and maybe hand out a few noogies and treats.
I'm a retiree in his seventies. That may not be significant to many, since there is a bunch of us Baby Boomers around. However, in the year 2,000, when I received a diagnosis of Multiple Myeloma, I expected to be dead in three to five years.