Last week, we had the opportunity to check out one of the premiere dramatic events in Petaluma, a show that almost didn't happen...

A few days ago, Maddie and I met a pair of Shih-Tzu mixes (with Maltese, I believe), Mairzy (as in "...Doats") and Sparky...

Pirate Jones was tired. He ached from his whiskers to the tip of his tail, which was strange, since the tip of his tail had been missing for years. He stopped his pacing, checking to see if it had reappeared. No, just another phantom pain. He circled his shed in the backyard, weaving along the tall grass and slinking around corners. He glanced skyward, watching the black cloud of crows, the mass murder of crows, flying into the setting sun. He yawned...