Welcome to the first Dolittler post of 2009! Along with all the other resolutions I hope to keep, Dolittler improvement is on the list. But it’s not the pesky paragraph breaks and registration issues (though I promise I’ll get to those, too), it’s a bigger picture improvement you’ll get via its...

It was an unseasonably warm and drizzly Christmas morning in Miami. With no chimney to speak of, this household had hung its stockings on the window cranks with care. And no long-winter’s nap for me night before last. Just a fitful five hours that took me back to childhood Christmas Eves when...

It’s time for the inevitable: shopping! Because I refuse to frequent traditional retail establishments during Thanksgiving and New Year’s (for years now), I always either shop online or make my own gifts. (The supermarket and the craft store are as far as I’ll get to a mall.)

This year I’m...

In vet school we were required to participate in the large animal field service as a requirement for graduation. Lots of it was bumping around at full-tilt over rural Pennsylvania hills and dales in a huge old Chevy crusted in compartments and hatches for our equipment’s safekeeping.

Were it...

There’s something new happening in the world of veterinary medicine and this time I think I’ve got my finger on its pulse. Over the past month I’ve received several emails from veterinarians and animal health groups and—get this—they want to blog.

Cool, right?

As of this month, Dolittler’s...

I live in Miami, but every year the immediate clan and I spend Thanksgiving with my sister in New York’s East Village where my sister's family resides. Before that it was in remote, upstate New York on a stunning tract of land she and her husband helped preserve with the Open Spaces Commission....

I know this doesn’t seem a very veterinary topic, but stay with me now…

You know the lolcats, right?  They’re the silly, sad and sometimes frustrated cats (and other creatures) pictured with cartoonish captions to indicate their inner thoughts…as we mere humans might interpret them.

In case...

Ain’t it just like a woman to ask for something…only to crush it with her high heel upon receipt?

A week ago I wondered why animals had been so blatantly excluded from the Presidential candidates’ conversation. It wasn’t my most thoughtful post ever, I confess, and now I’ll also have to own up...

I know a shelter…no names named…that desperately needs a complete makeover. We’re talking way beyond Ugly Betty here.

Said shelter has lots of local claims to fame. Here are seven of its deadly sins…

1-It’s one of the biggest shelters in one of the largest, urban cities on the eastern...

OK, so neither candidate is on my personal top-ten list for favorite people either—not right now. Both are casualties of extreme media over-exposure and, as such, they’ve managed to get under my skin a bit. Do you blame me?

That’s why tomorrow I’ll be casting my ballot with a big sigh of relief...