Some families have a child who’s just plain different from everybody else. When everybody else zigs, the oddball zags. In my animal family, that delightful oddball is Dagny.
I found her in the trash. More accurately, I found her underneath the trash — under a big blue dumpster in the little downtown area of the suburb where I live. She was tiny.
Around her neck, she had a ribbon with a bell on it. But it was the middle of the night and there were no houses for blocks. She was dirty and skinny and scared. She had to come home with me.

Out-of-touch Keynesians still think ‘digging ditches’ is a good idea
Sad husband: ‘My beautiful wife is dying; I’m so sad I can’t sleep’
I kept thinking this week about the scenario I mentioned a few days ago about slaves wanting to escape. It occurs to me that this metaphor works for many of the situations in our lives. What lessons can we draw from it?
So you’ve rescued dogs and cats, but how about a baby elephant?
What’s at the root of objections to real freedom? Paternalism
I’m struggling to bridge the gap between my need and my reality
Rhetoric about freedom means nothing without right to secede
As the gods of this world die off, we face a profound crisis of faith
We will destroy ourselves if we don’t learn to love our enemies