Elaine was never really the same after Tundra’s death, and, surprisingly, neither was Mushroom. Elaine had been crushed when Tundra had changed, and now his breaking of her heart was complete. Elaine embraced the habit of pacing slowly through the …

By the time April and I were married and our daughter, Daisy, was two months old, Tundra had been our cat for over five years. One late autumn night he came home for the last time. The pupils of his …

Tundra and Mushroom were feline versions of aggressive and sometimes frightening people whom I’ve met and known in my life. Richie was one of these people. Richie was a friend of mine that I’d met in high school. He was …

I don’t know who in the neighborhood was responsible, but every six weeks or so, Tundra would come home with eyebrows or glasses drawn on him with a black permanent marker. His white fur was the perfect canvas. The glasses …

Take a peek at the Greek Riot Dog on the net. The rebellious hound hasn't missed a riot in years; he's nobody's bitch! This pooch has a mind of his own, and I'm a fan for life. Whether he's dodging …

I tried not to like Maynard. I tried to hold a grudge against him. Anything less, I felt,would be disloyal to Tundra and Elaine. April, and April alone, cared for Maynard. I refused to have anything to do with him. …