Go Rescue or Go Home

My hometown is known worldwide for flash and style. Movie stars and power.  Some people are quick to judge me as rich and influential. So why can’t I get more traction on the animal rescue front? Some of my neighbors shop for dogs.…
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Huckleberry

The hauler picked him up April 17th and even though he was still my horse, I wasn’t going to be feeding Huck carrots very often anymore. The fact is, it would take me over eight hours to drive to Jack and Judy’s ranch in Clements in…

Wildlife

The terms wildlife and Los Angeles together conjure up images of bad boy rappers going HAM (Hard As A Mother$%&@) at L ‘Ermitage, not mountain lions prowling Sunset Boulevard. That’s why the warning signs posted around nearby…

Dog Wars

I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts. – John Steinbeck Saturdays Gavin Polone and I walk our dogs and talk about things that matter to us most: kids, significant others and dogs. But not necessarily in that order. Since…

Critters Get The Last Laugh

  Where I live, sandwiched between Route 66 and Sunset, it’s cars and concrete. Walk your dog off-leash, you’re asking for it. This isn’t the habitat that springs to mind when you’re talking wildlife. So imagine my surprise…

Elephant Confinement

Flash back to Easter Sunday 1882. At Madison Square Garden in New York City, P.T. Barnum introduced Jumbo, a large African elephant, into his act. For the next 133 years, elephants became synonymous with the circus. Flash forward to…

Samantha

  Within my heart is the dream of Samantha, where she will always remain because she died May 10, 1995 before I delivered her. And because she was stillborn and I never saw her eyes open or heard her take a breath or make a move, other…

Bleifer’s Soundtrack

At my 20th High School Reunion, I lost my drink ticket and Scott Bleifer stepped beside me at the bar and handed me a glass of wine. We laughed about old times and made plans to get together. That was the last time I saw him. September 10,…

Midnight in Beverly Hills

After Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris about 1920’s Paris, can you really blame me for fantasizing about riding my Quarter Horse Huck on a 1920’s Los Angeles Bridle Path? In Levis, a wide-brimmed Stetson and well-oiled cowboy boots,…