Tonight, when I got home from work, my husband was in a terrible mood. He was lying down on the couch, all bundled up under the hand-kint blanket that we’d received as a wedding gift. Max, the Magnificent puppy, was full of energy. As soon as I opened the door, Max was there waiting, tail wagging, trying desperately to be good by staying seated, but finding it impossible. Max greeted me warmly; my husband didn’t.
