My friends Mark and Michelle, a super cool couple who lovingly refer to me as “Shev,” adopted a dog over the weekend. In a flattering, slight nod to me, they named him Chevy. That’s him on the right, adjusting to his new brother, Luke.
Before they could get Chevy home, he slipped out of Mark’s SUV and a lengthy chase ensued, culminating in the little guy going medieval on Mark’s face. Sorry about that, Mark. Now I'm more mortified than flattered.
