I swear I had a perfectly satisfactory life before Maxwell. I will get back to my cupboard momentarily, but for now I have to lament. Maxwell will be sleeping over for four whole nights. He is my arch nemesis. And for good reason. He hates my stuff. He’s managed to eat two pairs of my eyeglasses, broken my favorite lamp, chewed up my ROKU remote, and routinely torn my mail to shreds to mention a few of his projects. And, he’s only been at it for a year. He is the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel from Hell. The only gene he escaped in his lineage is the Hapsburg Jaw. He lives next door with my daughter and her family. He goes to work with them. They adore him. When I complain, they tell me he’s “just a puppy”. Even they affectionately call him “puddles”.. as if peeing on my good rug is somehow adorable. Now, they’ve all flown off to somewhere in Colorado in search of snow ostensibly for my grandson. I live for Sunday.