Every now and again I think I want to get a dog because I was always around dogs while growing up.

And then we have a cold snap.

Or a snowstorm.

Or a snowstorm and a cold snap like we just had, and I don’t even want to leave the house for a few days to take my early morning constitutional, let alone have to worry about taking a dog out for periodic walks, and I decide that at this time in my life a dog is not right for me.

Pictured is Zush, one of the friendliest canines you’d ever want to meet, a companion of one of my former neighbors.