Today's Opinions

When I was a kid, my dad brought in a new pup. It was a Boston terrier – a tiny black and white monstrosity with a mashed face, bugged eyes – one blue and one brown – and bad attitude.

He named it Samson and he loved it dearly.

It was supposed to be my dog but Samson and I had a difference of opinion early in the relationship and I never cared much for him after that.

Samson was the worst dog that could have landed on a small farm. He refused to stay home, wouldn’t listen and tormented the other animals.

Game: A contest governed by set rules, entered into for amusement.

When I was a kid, which I admit was a long time ago, sports were great. The neighborhood kids would gather in the abandoned field next door and play baseball, football or any other game we could think of. It was innocent and fun. Sports are great for our children. They gain pride, self-esteem, team spirit and they strive for good grades so they can remain on the team. The benefits are tremendous, but, the saying, “You’ve come a long way baby” is painfully true.

Being an animal lover, particularly cats, has been full of ups and downs. And not from the cats.

I’ve been called “Crazy Cat Lady,” “Cat Woman” and even “The Cat Whisperer.” (I secretly like that one). I’ve seen Dr. Berry look at me askance when I answer his questions in my “Buu voice” or make impertinent comments on Buu’s behalf. The thermometer remarks were not too welcome.