Our dog has lots of toys but she loses interest in them quickly if it doesn’t have a squeaker in it. There’s something soothing and relaxing about that squeak to her. I assume it fills the spot in her brain that desires the sound of a small rabbit squealing as she crushes it in her tiny jaws. Then I try to think of something else and I silently thank her as she refrains from biting my nose off whenever I lean in to whisper secrets about humans that she will never understand.

Today’s Biff is contemplative.