It was a good party. Of course you would expect me to say that, since it was our going-away party and I am bound to be biased. But there were six dogs and plenty of food and lots of laughter and some tears and even a little barking, and if that doesn’t qualify as a good party, I don’t know what does. Jake, the mixed-breed pup who showed up first, was pretty chill when the entire family of border collies showed up—all on leashes and looking like they owned the place. The border collies were delighted to see me because they ...