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Retired publications editor; dog lover (currently, one who owns me; previously two found and adopted and two rescued and placed).

Recent Comments

  1. 8 days ago on Red and Rover

    But not every meatloaf is the same, especially if you’re used to Mom’s. I’ve ordered it in restaurants and it has ranged from good to really bad! (I’ve never been able to replicate my Mom’s, even with her recipe—can’t figure out what must have been her secret ingredient!)

  2. 10 days ago on Red and Rover

    My dad was a firefighter and always complained about people not clearing the snow from around the fire hydrants in front of their houses in the winter. The hydrants need to be easily accessible so firefighters won’t waste critical time digging them out when responding to a fire. At least the one that Rover is using is bright red and isn’t buried completely!

  3. 11 days ago on Red and Rover

    She never hit the garage—and she always had big cars!

  4. 11 days ago on Red and Rover

    When I was young and learning how to ice skate, my mom got out the garden hose and sprayed the driveway in front of our garage one winter so I’d have ice to practice on because she was worried about me falling through any thin ice on the lake. She was a pretty cool mom! (And by the way, there was no apparent damage to the driveway, at least to my knowledge.)

  5. 12 days ago on Red and Rover

    Love Rover’s name for it!

  6. 14 days ago on Red and Rover

    If the snow is light and fluffy, Newton will snuffle his snout in it, but that’s about all!

  7. 19 days ago on Red and Rover

    Kids freezing waiting for the school bus? We had to walk! One time we got there only to find out the school had closed . . . due to the cold.

  8. 23 days ago on Red and Rover

    Love how Brian’s art evokes emotion—check out Rover’s position in panel 3! So darn cute!

  9. 25 days ago on Red and Rover

    Aww—so sweet, both Red and Mom, to think of Rover!

  10. 27 days ago on Red and Rover

    Socks are great toys for dogs—until they eat them! My niece’s dog tried to eat one and her husband had to get it out of Rupert’s throat; if he had swallowed it, it would have meant a trip to the vet and possible (likely?) surgery.