A couple of weeks ago, we got a new Beagle puppy. My granddaughter, Sabria, named her Millie, after the character on Umizoomi. Millie is going to be an outside dog. That’s what I keep telling my family—I can’t take the heartbreak of another inside pet, losing our little Lexie just about killed me. The outside-dog stipulation has only partially held. Millie has wormed her way into the sunroom, because according to Sabria, “Millie is just a tiny little baby.” How do you argue with that?