When My Dog Broke a Window and the Internet Put Us on Trial

I didn’t plan on committing a felony at 3:17 a.m. in the middle of a “bomb cyclone” blizzard. But when my 150-pound Newfoundland, Barnaby, started tearing at the door of a frosted-over sedan like he was trying to dig to China, I didn’t ask questions. I grabbed my crowbar and smashed the passenger window.

I thought I was continue reading …