We’re not talking therapy dogs or service animals.
This is any mangy varmint that stressed-out college students want to cuddle with at night to relieve tension.
We’re not talking therapy dogs or service animals.
This is any mangy varmint that stressed-out college students want to cuddle with at night to relieve tension.
Even I’m impressed with the Duchess of Cambridge’s ability to birth a baby and emerge from the hospital seven hours later wearing four-inch pumps and smiling for the cameras.
No, he’s not Sir Lawrence Olivier. He’s better looking and more endearing.
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The man my former colleague, columnist Dave Addis, once described as a “goat boy" for the developers.
At the end of this semester the university’s 98-year-old Penn State Outing Club, the 70-year-old Nittany Grotto Caving Club and the Nittany Divers Scuba Club will be abolished, presumably so the students can spend more time indoors binge drinking and playing beer pong.
The only way to really relax a miniature poodle is by backing over it with the family station wagon. I don't recommend that. Neither do I recommend brushing the teeth of a nervous dog.
Yep, as the nation mourned, one vicious college professor merrily insulted the dead woman and wished her entire family dead.
Welcome to academia, 2018.
With the curious departure of the mayor and with six City Council seats up this November, there is - at last - a chance for disgruntled Beach voters to bypass the good-old-boys with their slick campaigns and vote instead for good government.
Would you have prayed? Wept? Written a note to your loved ones? Hugged your traveling companion? Looked around to see if anyone needed help?
My granddaughter, the precocious Sawyer Grace, always pretends she knows the lyrics to any song on the radio, so I angled the rear view to see if she was singing along. She was, but when she caught me looking, she stopped and flashed a big surprised smile.
Yep, the opening of Manhattan’s fourth Chick-fil-A location had a columnist for the famously pompous publication fuming.
Why? Well, because the founders of the chain are - sitting down? - Christian. Oh, and Southern.
Stay to the right and let the drivers in the left lane risk a ticket. If it makes you feel better, you are free to gloat — or blow kisses — as you pass the speed demons a few miles down the road, handing over their licenses and registrations to a uniformed officer.
Want me to detail which germs thrive in public restrooms? I didn’t think so. But one of the reasons you scrub your hands with hot water and soap in the lavatory is to rid yourself of such disgusting microbes.
It’s up to the airlines to figure out a way to accommodate really big passengers without relying on much smaller ones to roll themselves into little balls.
I never miss a chance to wander among the dead. The best way to learn history while getting some fresh air
Girls’ getaway weekends are one of the hottest trends in travel. Don’t take my word for it. Google the term yourself. I got 143,000 hits with suggestions from Lake Placid to Charleston to the wine country of - wait for it - Minnesota.
Proof that girlfriends will go anywhere together.
It may not mean much to millennials, but to Baby Boomers who sat through high school typing classes - oh, the crazy cacophony - or who worked in big offices in the 1970s and even the ‘80s, the sound and feel of a typewriter signals that actual work is being done.
My family loved dogs - big ones - but never followed through on training. Oh, sure, we'd give it a shot for a day or two. Until we ran out of Snausages. Or patience.