In general, Sherman is a very good dog. He doesn’t chew up things that belong to me, he poops outside only, and (except for “his” chair) he stays off the furniture. Besides his deadly gaseous emissions, he’s an ideal pooch for my lifestyle. The walls caved in on the whole “good dog” thing late last…

I am a terrible mother. I realized at about 4:31 this afternoon that Sherman turned two years old today. I was comforted by the knowledge Sherman returned to daycare today and had a heck of a good Tuesday, so at least he had a bit of a birthday party, even if his own (adoptive) momma…