I am a rabid animal lover. Since I bought my first parrot in a department store in Brooklyn in 1970 till now, my life has never been without pets. I lavish love, care and attention on them out of all proportion to what rational human beings think of as normal. Which makes it twice as puzzling to figure out why I once let my dog wander around my house with a broken leg for over a week before I figured she wasn’t just being lazy and something might really be wrong.
In my defense, let me say that anyone who