Frankie was racing down the small hill in the backyard when he yelped and lifted his hind leg close to his body. The first time my 16- pound cotton ball of a pup yipped in pain and started limping, I ...
The Boston winter can be notoriously brutal. But if you live here long enough, you start to recalibrate, writes. You think of 40 degrees as balmy. You contemplate an iced macchiato in February. And ...