My Dog Needs a Job

It’s our nightly ritual. I let my dog into the backyard for a final potty break, and I spend the next half hour trying to get him back inside. I call from the back door as he whizzes from one end of the yard to the other, pretending not to hear me. We call it his bedtime frolic, and it is both charming and somewhat infuriating.

He’s only just turned one, this overgrown adolescent puppy, and he needs to get his sillies out before…