My beat here at BlogHer usually covers two very different topics: Reality TV and BlogHer Conferences. So imagine my writer's block when I was asked if I would post my perspectives on Mother's Day...as a woman who is childless by choice. Let's just say I don't spend a lot of time thinking about it, you know?

But I was pushed into thinking about it a couple of weeks ago, and that's the story I will tell.

My Boston Terrier and a couch are the only two things besides my education that I can remember purchasing with my graduate student loan money. And whereas I often say he was the best money I ever spent that didn't belong to me - and he died owing interest to the Federal government, I'm sure - my dog was an expensive little guy. 

When my little dog stretched dramatically, I'd laugh and call it his doggie yoga poses. Who knew about doga (rhymes with yoga) at the time? Not me, but it turns out it's all the rage.

I had the greatest dog in the world. I think it's important that I start this out that way, just because I can, and because it's true. Of course yours is the greatest, too - to you. (Please insert whatever meaningful animal in your life in the "dog" space, and if you don't like them or don't have them, pick something else or pretend. It'll be good for you, I promise.)

If someone asked you this week if you heard the one about the Marine, a cliff in Iraq and a puppy, rest assured that it wasn't a joke.

A video popped up on YouTube last week of two United States Marines, one holding a puppy that he then appears to wind up and hurl over the side of a cliff, laughing, while the camera rolls.

Super Tuesday has come and gone and the presidential candidates have moved into a race for delegates in the states that have yet to vote. Lots of humans have weighed in about who they think will be the best person to lead our country, but one question remains: who gets the animal vote?