That's my dog Clementine on her back trying to pick a play-fight with Mason. My wife and I tried out Mason recently, hoping he'd jive with her allergies. He didn't. It was heartbreaking because he was so perfect for us in every other way. Tonight as I left for the radio station my wife and I cried like we were leaving a funeral for a dog we only knew six days. He absolutely hooked us.

I know, there will be another dog that's perfect for us. That line didn't work well when I got dumped in high school, and it's not much consolation now. Thankfully Mason will return to the woman who fostered him until we met last week. I hope someone gives him a good forever home.