A few days before Christmas this past year I was on petfinder.com, looking at pets. Did I mention that in addition to driving around to pet venues, I also like to examine prospective companions on the Internet? My neurosis, it would seem, holds no bounds. Anyway, so I’m looking online at

So a pattern was set. I’d be in my car, sighing from not having what I wanted—a four legged friend—and then I’d go on with my everyday life. Not that my life was all that exciting, by the way. I’m a writer; I sit in a room most of the day and either invent conflict or reminisce over real-life past

I swear I’ll give you the rest of The Baron Story in a minute, but I just have to tell you how Daylight Savings Time is the greatest thing to happen in my house since twelve dollar rug I found a Pier 1 Imports.

 

I have to hurry up and type this, because if Baron realizes I’ve snuck out of bed

I had been looking for a dog passively for the last year. Every few weeks I would feel an acute longing for something I couldn’t quite explain. Then I’d see someone playing Frisbee with a dog in the park, or I’d see someone and their Great Dane sitting at the Starbucks, the dog lapping up the