The perils and pleasures of being a helicopter pet parent

This is really embarrassing to admit but the other day my honey and I had an actual disagreement about the intelligence of our dog, a 3½ pound 7-year-old female Yorkie called Sassy. I truly dislike the name she came with but she'd been named when we got her. She'd been returned by her previous owners who found her energy level unsuitable. I like a name that denotes gender and one that's easy to yell so I wanted 'Stella' (think Streetcar Named Desire). He couldn't come up with anything better that…

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