Or, I got a puppy!
I’ve seen the ballast carried by dog people, swinging wrapped in plastic at nonchalant arm’s length, as if they could divorce themselves from knowledge of its content. It’s an indisputable condition of ownership that one cleans up after one’s dog and lord help those who don’t hereabouts. This fact was the last barrier to fall before capitulation to Teddy’s charms. Hopefully my affection will expand commensurate with the size of his do-do, which is commendably tiny for now.