Without the poor crazy mutt. He is bedevilled with puppy puberty, destroys everything within reach, barks his head off and has me teetering on the edge of insanity. When I lose all patience with his antics I take long solitary walks. The other day I made it all the way to the Red House end of my road. By the time I made it home I was limping from the blisters but I had achieved a whole hour and an half of peace and quiet! Ah, the luxury!