(I originally wrote this for Bark Magazine back in 2011, the year Midnight Angels came out.)
Four years ago, I was in the dairy section of a supermarket when my cell phone rang. My then-23-year-old daughter was on the other end.
“Which would make you angrier,” she asked. “If I told you I was in jail or if I told you I bought a puppy?”
“How long would you be in jail for?” I said. Continue reading “Confessions of a Reluctant Dog Person”