Author name: Lauren Stringer

The smellier the treat, the faster Magic came running. His favorites were shaped like miniature t-bone steaks and stunk up […]

After much yowling and hissing with nothing to show for it but a soggy pill and two angry yellow eyes

My dog Magic loved carpet. With carpet, the possibilities were endless: it provided a convenient way to scratch an itch,

Seventeen years of sharing my life with my cat Midnight has perfectly synced our schedules. Every day we wake up,

On a cold autumn evening in 1999, my cat Midnight was born homeless under somebody’s front porch. As black-cat superstition

Carey and Tana the malamute strolled along the shore and listened to the crashing waves. Tana relaxed as the cool

“Coronavirus?” I took the thick red folder out of my Aunt Susan’s outstretched arm, her brand new kitten Paige on

On the first hot day of the year, Daisy can always be found lounging on the backyard bench. She is

Foxy spent her life visiting the horses next door, racing the neighbor’s dogs through the brush, and harassing squirrels who

The butter had vanished. But it couldn’t have gone too far, Becca had only left the kitchen for a second.