We have a crazy terrier mix named Ryder who does bizarre things. Now he’s getting older, though, and it’s a sad sight to watch pass by. He’s the last of the five we had for years, three that lived indoors, and two that lived outside in a kennel when they weren’t out playing, dealing drugs on the street. I miss those days when we still had all five, even though caring for them took some work. None of the five were, or are, worth anything. None ever went out and got a real job. Stayed home their entire lives, expecting us ...