I nodded, solemnly, to assure Mrs. Baxter that she had nothing to worry about. I continued nodding, solemnly, to let her know that Sparky and I would start preparing for the special occasion immediately. That’s how we did things back then. Footnote puppies: when your boss has something important to say, look her square in [...]

And that was a crisis that needed to be handled even more delicately than usual because, on that particular day, Mrs. Baxter had a headache. For reasons known only to Mrs. Baxter, whenever she had a headache, Sparky wasn’t allowed inside. It’s worth mentioning that the coincidence never bothered my pal in the least. Back [...]

Which never would have happened if Mr. Baxter hadn’t suggested Mrs. Baxter bring home two pounds of carne asada for another one of their romantic taco nights. I don’t expect generation-squeaky-toy to understand a word I’m saying, but what happened next remains an enduring example of ambition, teamwork and courage in the face of adversity. [...]

And that was the time my pal Sparky got away with nabbing Mrs. Baxter’s green bean casserole right off the stove. You should have seen him run. He didn’t even particularly like green beans, but that was Sparky. Don’t get me started. Doubt many pups could pull off a stunt like that these days. Took [...]