Lately, I've taken over some of Mister's tasks. For the last half hour, I’ve been typing with one hand and playing tug with the other.

I've said it before. I haven't been alone in the bathroom since 1972. Jolene insists she will not be the dog to break my record.

Mister wants you to know none of this was his idea. He barked at them as they zoomed and bitey-faced and tugged from early afternoon until dark.

People said puppies are so much work. They said they were glad it was me and not them. Amen to that. I am glad it was me, too.

Where is the logic in making them more anxious trying calm them down?