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

do automatically?”

That one, at least, I could agree with.

I typed a reply and erased it. Typed another. Erased that, too. What was I going to say? “Hi, I’m the retired guy. I didn’t sign up to be a symbol. I just followed my dog.”

Finally, I closed the app and did the only thing that made sense: I went to the living room where Barnaby was sprawled on continue reading …