Otto
Otto is my son's family's dog. He was rescued after 3 other families returned him to the shelter. My daughter-in-law, a good Catholic as well as a good dog person, has kept Otto for 10 years. The Pope has recommended her for saint-hood for this achievement. There is something wrong with Otto. He can't learn. He had no concern for the needs of others, he barks, he attacks other dogs, he will eat anything that resembles food if he can get to it, and he jumps up on people continuously. The only thing positive to say about him is that he doesn't bite people he knows. On Wednesdays I take my grand-daughter Frances to her piano lessons. In the hour before her lesson we get a snack and talk. Frances is in the 3rd grade but our conversations are equivalent to talking to a 14 year old. A couple days ago we had what Frances calls an argument. She was defending Otto. She knows I don't like him and she does. We didn't yell at each other, we just stated the things about Ot...