Time out. I just have to tell this story. Sorry, it’s about our dog. I’m sure I could find a way to connect it to teaching and all, but really, I just have to share this one. Backstory: We got our current dog from the Humane Society about two years ago. Since he’s, you know, a dog, I can use his real name: Cosmo. He came named that way, and yes, it’s after the famed one-trick Seinfeld character. He’s a Jack Russell and MinPin mix (we think), and weighs in at a sleek 17 pounds or so. Late last summer, the boy volunteered for a week at the shelter and was put in charge of a dog named Kramer. Uh huh. Jack Russell mix, but leaning more toward the wire-haired side. No, it doesn’t just happen in movies… they were brothers. They were brought in together. So of course every says we HAVE to get Kramer too. Great. Two dogs. I’m in… I guess. But the shelter won’t let us just waltz off with him just because they’re brohans. There has to be a supervised meet and greet in one of the pens at the shelter. Fine. OMG. It was


