Caldara’s Newsletter 10-4-170

• October 4, 2017

After years of standing firm, my daughter used her super-powers of daddy-manipulation, and, well, I caved. We now have a dog. I’m pretty sure it thinks its name is “No!” But get this, it came with the name “Gary.” Gary? Who names a dog Gary? Now when it gets out of the yard I’ll be running around the neighborhood yelling, “Gary! Gary!” like my gay boyfriend just ran out on me (not, not that there’s anything wrong with that).