For someone who gets snippy when a veterinarian tries to pet her or coo at her, Smidge forgives their misgivings of trying to help when they bring out the nail clippers.

Valentine’s Day is Sunday, but what will you be doing for the one you *really* love the most? That’s right, I’m talking about our faithful companions, the dog. (And maybe the cat.)

I can almost hear my dog singing. It also sounds a lot like a violent, raging snore-fest, but I can faintly hear the theme from Caddyshack.

I’m not getting any younger. My metabolism is probably slowing down and I still like to eat sugar-garbage as my number one treat. I don’t want to be unhealthy or become overweight or become unhappy with my appearance, so naturally, an exercise regimen is key.

That’s right, it even had a headboard.

​I’ll be the first to admit, while I love my fur babies, I know they can do wrong and are not exempt from ill behavior. Which is why I set them out on the task this weekend to come up with a good New Year’s resolution to help them get ahead.

It's beginning to look a lot like Woof-mas... or Meow-mas... or Squeak-mas.

The colder it gets, the harder it is to reject those puppy dog eyes that want to sleep in the big bed with me.