Cottage Cheese Is One Of Our Culture's

Fall In Love With A Dog, And In Many Ways You Enter A New Orbit, A Universe That Features Not Just New Colors But New Rituals, New Rules, A New Way Of Experiencing Attachment.

Love—the Desire To Love And Be Loved, To Hold And Be Held, To Give Love Even If Your Experience As A Recipient Has Been Compromised Or Incomplete—is The Constant On The Continuum Of Hunger, It's What Links The Anorexic To The Garden-variety Dieter, It's The Persistent Pulse Of Need And Yearning Behind The Reach For Food, For Sex, For Something.

So It Persists, For Many Of Us, Hunger Channeled Into Some Internal Circuitry Of Longing, Routed This Way And That, Emerging In A Thousand Different Forms. The Diet Form, The Romance Form, The Addiction Form, The Overriding Hunger For This Purchase Or That Job, This Relationship Or That One. Hunger May Be Insatiable By Nature, It May Be Fathomless, But Our Will To Fill It, Our Often Blind Tenacity In The Face Of It, Can Be Extraordinary.

Before You Get A Dog, You Can't Quite Imagine What Living With One Might Be Like; Afterward, You Can't Imagine Living Any Other Way.

Cats Are Narcissistic. Their Needs Come Before Ours. They Don't Understand The Word "no." They Carry Themselves With That Aloof, Arrogant Sense Of Perpetual Entitlement, They Will Jump Up And Insinuate Themselves Wherever They Please--on Your Lap, On Your Newspaper, On Your Computer Keyboard--and They Really Couldn't Care Less How Their Behavior Affects The People In Their Lives. I've Had Boyfriends Like This; Who Needs Such Behavior In A Housepet?