What Do You Let Bother You?
Believe it or not, you can choose.
I recall when my dog was just a pup. With his soul-stirring caramel eyes and mountains of pillowy fur, he looked like a cross between an oversized ice cream and a toy panda.
Four times a night, at least, he had to be taken to the garden. Otherwise, he’d deposit a parcel on the rug. As his surrogate parent, the job of making sure he…