I love animals.
Proof of this comes in the two- and four-legged denizens of our home and the birds that have flocked to my backyard feeders on three continents.
Tucker is my dear, muttish Labrador Retriever. Like all Labbies, his intellect is overpowered by his instinct for giving and receiving affection. Tucker was the product of an unplanned mating on a Costa Rican farm four years ago.
During a four-year sojourn in a tiny, drafty apartment in Cambridge, England (1994-1998), we had promised our sons Christopher and Johnny that when we returned to Costa Rica—our adoptive country —we would have at least one dog and one cat.
Canter Bridge 