Sometimes I'm Dazzled By How

I Want A Chainsaw Very Badly, Because I Think Cutting Down A Tree Would Be Unbelievably Satisfying. I Have Asked For A Chainsaw For My Birthday, But I Think I'll Probably Be Given Jewelry Instead.

Sense Of Smell, Of Course, Is Only One Of Those Dog Qualities That Can't Be Replicated Or Improved Upon. I've Been Researching Dogs In Warfare For My Book About 'rin Tin Tin,' And I've Read Many Accounts Of Their Heroics: Carrying Messages Through Battle, Alerting Troops To Enemy Planes, And Even Parachuting Behind Enemy Lines.

I Never Thought Very Many People In The World Were Very Much Like John Laroche, But I Realized More And More That He Was Only An Extreme, Not An Aberration - That Most People In Some Way Or Another Do Strive For Something Exceptional, Something To Pursue, Even At Their Peril, Rather Than Abide An Ordinary Life.

I Love Writing Traditional Magazine Pieces, And Especially Their Breadth Of Reporting And The Deliberateness Of The Writing.

In An Interesting Inversion Of Status, The Reigning Breed In The Dog Park These Days Is The Really-oddball-unidentifiable-mixed-breed-mutt-found-wandering-the-street Or Its Equivalent. The Stranger The Mutt The Better; The More Peculiar The Circumstance Of It Coming Into Your Life, The Better.