Telephone rings. Answering machine kicks on: "Hi! You've reached the Singley's but we can't come to the phone right now because we're busy teaching our pet dog Walter some new tricks. Right, Walter?" "Right, dad!" little Peter yelped, sounding like a yapping talking dog. "But if you leave your name..." We never thought of Walter the Wonder Dog as anything other than a bonafide member of our family. There were five of us: Martin C. Singley, Sandra L. Singley, Peter M. Singley, Bethany A. Singley - and Walter J. Singley. Hate to say it but that "J" [READ MORE]

Traveling anywhere in a Datsun 210 with 4 people, 2 cats, 1 dog and all the personal and household crap needed for vacation is not for the faint of heart. Young kids can aggravate you with constant whining about "Are we there yet?" and complaints like "Tell Peter not to touch me!" or "Bethany is looking at me!" But it becomes a true nightmare when the cats break out of their cardboard carriers and insist on sitting on both my shoulders, digging claws into my flesh and screaming deafening siren-like screams directly into my ears indicating their extreme displeasure [READ MORE]