Some Silliness
WE NEVER HAD a dog growing up. We had a cat for a while—my older brother was walking home from sixth grade one day and passed a house where they were giving away kittens. Apparently the owners thought it was okay to give a kitten to an unaccompanied 11-year-old. We kept it hidden for a week before our parents found it. She was adorable and enjoyed puking and scratching people. We wanted a dog, but dogs are more work, and my mother says she knew that even with four kids in the house, she and my father would end up caring for a dog. (She can never prove she was right, and we can never prove she was wrong. But she was probably right.) A few months ago, my wife and I…