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We have a dog, again. Or maybe better said is he has us.

I used to smile at, maybe quietly question, people who had the “100 pound lap dog.”

The examples I think of were probably 100 pounds or more by the time I met them, or maybe not. The end result was the same, a dog big enough to request his own zip code also indignantly acts like his has a place on the couch, the love seat, the bed... even snooping on the countertop.

I remember watching the movie “Marley and Me” and thinking “you guys need some intervention.” Of course the family with “Beethoven” had a similar experience, except ours is n...