I need to get to the Tractor Supply store today or the dogs will go on strike. No, that isn’t true. My dogs are not good at organizational activities involving social change. My cats are, but they have plenty of food in the house. The dogs will simply turn their eyes on me, Sabine’s golden ones, and Rufus’s pools of chocolate, full of kindness and longing, and I will despair. So out into this drizzle of cold rain I go.