In an absolutely wild video and social media post on Thursday, January 2, “Mayor Pete” Buttigieg compared President Joe Biden’s expensive but otherwise unimpressive investments in American infrastructure to the Hoover Dam project, a claim that sparked a great deal of criticism and mockery online. In the post itself, Mayor Pete wrote that the Biden-Harris Administration had a “Big Deal” for American infrastructure that compares to the Hoover Dam, a clear attempt to connect the faltering duo to FDR’s “New Deal.” He wrote, “I’m confident that a century from now, future Americans will look back on the work we’ve done—much…
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It was meant to be a typical coffee run. Half asleep and looking through my phone, I stood in line at the cafe; my dog Nino laid alongside me as usual—quiet, well-trained, never bothersome. Then I saw his ears perk up. Stiff-tailed, he stood and looked straight ahead at something. Following his line of sight, I spotted a guy grasping a tiny girl’s hand. She appeared roughly six. Minuscule. Wearing this pink jacket featuring cartoon cats. Her hair was untidy, as though she had just gotten out of bed. Initially, nothing appeared wrong—until she tilted her head a little and…
I’d been visiting the hospital with my therapy dog, Riley, for a while now. Most patients lit up the moment they saw him—stroking his golden fur, laughing at his happy tail wags. But today was different. The nurses led us into a quiet room where an elderly man lay still, eyes fixed on the ceiling. He looked tired, distant—like he hadn’t spoken in a while. His name was Mr. Callahan. “They say he hasn’t responded much,” one nurse whispered. “Maybe Riley can help.” I nodded and gave Riley the command. Without hesitation, he hopped onto the bed, resting his head…
I never thought I’d be riding through town with a tutu poking me in the ribs and a foam sword strapped to my back. But here we are. It started with a phone call from my brother, Ronan. Said he needed help for “a couple weeks” while he figured things out with his new job. I didn’t ask questions. I should have. His wife, Amira, had died the year before in a car crash, and he’d been trying to hold it all together ever since. So when he said he needed a little help with the kids while he got…
Often fueled by lighthearted banter and inside jokes, marriage is full of humorous moments. Frustrated by his wife’s lack of response to his text, one husband chose to use comedy to draw her notice. He messaged her, requesting laundry and dinner, but received no reply. So, he followed up with, “I got a raise! I’m getting you a new automobile! His wife responded enthusiastically, “OMG, really?” I simply wanted to confirm you received my initial message, he said. In another amusing tale, a guy questions his wife packing for Las Vegas. She claims, “I discovered guys would pay me $500…
I said to everyone that I was only fostering. Losing my old girl, Penny, last year made me vow I wouldn’t experience that anguish again. No more canines. No more farewells. When the shelter phoned about an overcrowding problem and claimed they had “two chunky little weirdos who needed short-term placement,” I thought I could manage. From the time I picked them up, I knew they were unique. They didn’t bark or hop about. At first, they didn’t even wag. Just sat squeezed together, one almost sitting on top of the other as if they shared the same anxious heartbeat.…
It began with leftovers. I would leave out some rice or pork at the yard’s edge, and every morning it was gone. I assumed it was either one of the local cats or raccoons. Then one night, I spotted her—skinny, limping, yet her eyes latched onto mine like she wasn’t afraid… just fatigued. No matter how gently I spoke, she would not approach. The next day, though, I spotted her crawling beneath my porch. I allowed her. Did not inform the landlord. Did not inform my neighbor, who already grumbles about everything from my garbage containers to the “weeds” in…
I let her think it was her decision. I said we went to the property “just to look.” The second we entered the gate, she beelined for the chubbiest, sleepiest little ball of fur—that was all. First squish love. She called him Buttons even before we departed the yard. Trying to make rent stretch, she had no idea I had been sleeping in the car some nights. That the message pinned to our apartment door underlined “final warning.” The pet deposit by itself exceeded my checking balance. But seeing her that day—barefoot in the grass, smiling with her whole face…
Lola crosses her paws quite politely and tilts her head as if posing for school photos. Originally a joke, it was simply me attempting to persuade her to sit still long enough to email adorable photos to my sister. Now she does it by herself, as if she understands it makes others melt. But not everyone. A letter pushed under my door last week. No envelope was found. Simply strong print: “Your pit bull has drawn complaints. Management will check back. I felt a sinking in my stomach. I had been so cautious. She is always on leash. Does not…
