The other day while heading home from the dog park with Jack, I stepped off a high curb and heard a peculiar noise.

If you live in certain northern suburbs that must remain nameless, having a dog without a breed is like having a dinner party without cheese and wine first. It is just never done.

I moved and finally am in my new apartment. I always worry about how change will affect my dog Daisy. Well, so far so good.

After being rescued from a shelter in Durango, Colo., Daisy had life pretty good. We went for walks every morning along the Animas River. Some mornings we'd see deer, other days a bald eagle would perch on a rock waiting for a meal. The scenery was beautiful.

ST. CHARLES -- A 40-year-old St. Charles man died in a vain attempt to rescue his dog from the Fox River, in spite of a Good Samaritan's attempt to save the man Tuesday afternoon. [Beacon News]

Funny, but this week the Today Show is doing bits about sleep and how people aren’t getting enough, etc. Well, I can vouch that I am one of those people. To be honest I’ve been ready for a nap since I woke up this morning.