We’ve had a new dog since Christmas, but not by choice. My father-in-law is too ill to look after his dog, which he was never healthy enough to own in the first place, so now our chill Basset Hound house is home to Buddy the Springer spaniel— a psycho who eats socks, runs head-first into chainlink fences at full speed and has a daily 5am wake-up call. Our hound dog Hank still misses his sister and doesn’t care for this loveable spaz at all.