By Santino Corleone Berkwitt

I’m a Havanese by breed, and though relatively small, I am fearless. But I will admit when I hear the bark of a Rottweiler, I take note. This doesn’t mean that I will back down, but it means that I am on alert. I view a bark as a threat, and I take threats seriously. I won’t bite a dog simply for barking at me though. Yet, I will admit that sometimes a bark is just as bad as a bite, and humans are the worst. Why do I say this?

Yesterday, I was reading a sports article on social media and thereafter, I clicked on the comments to see what others were thinking about the article. It’s March Madness, and hey, a pup likes to keep up with the upsets. I’m from Oklahoma and we lived in Tulsa, so imagine my excitement when I saw that Oral Roberts University beat Ohio State. I was wagging my tail and Bella was smiling profusely. We licked Mom and Dad and did our little happy dance until I saw something that took all the energy out of me. Actually, it made me so sad that all of my excitement dissipated.