[dropcap]K[/dropcap]issMe has another story. Since he cannot speak English, let’s just surmise. Late one night, I went into our backyard looking for our Great White Hunter with Red Spots. His whimpers beckoned me to our low-fenced herb garden (too high for his super short legs to get him out, once he gets in). With a little boost, KissMe headed towards the kitchen’s doggie door.

Dim light revealed something large and furry in his jaws. Somehow, my hand made it to his collar before he ...