Kallan pauses by the front door. “OK, so I’m off to do the meet and greet with the woman who needs a babysitter.” “What’s her name … Kirsten?” “Yup. […]

  I hold the leash lightly, just to be sure she doesn’t get distracted and thrown from the treadmill. I press a few buttons as she prances happily in anticipation. […]

  Hazel the Weimaraner rests her head on my knee and looks up at me with concern. “Remember earlier when we were outside and you told me not to eat […]