We went to get a dog the other day. Well, Lisa and Cameron did; I just tagged along. We went to a town called Burlington, about 45 minutes drive away, driving through the hyper-speed effect of snow in the headlights. The dog was being given away by a family because they didn’t have time to play with him. Not surprising given the gaggle of infants and enormous TV blaring out the “Ultimate Fighter” finale. It’s be cruel to call them white trash. So I won’t call them white trash. Anyway, the dog – an 11 month old Labrador – is a real cutie. He was called Rascal, but as soon as we all got in the car to drive back, he was renamed Rosco. It was difficult to get him to sit still for a photograph, so in my other hand, right behind the camera, was a nice big piece of beef jerky. Which we shared. He may be cute, but he isn’t getting all my jerky.