One night, Bud And Priscilla Shaftoe's car pulled into our driveway. "You guys want a dog?" Bud asked, flashing the kind of grin that meant trouble. "Uh, no," I replied, already sensing a setup. "It's just a puppy," Bud continued, oh-so-casually. "Came from a friend’s litter. They said if we can’t find a home for it, well... ya know..." Oh, we knew what “ya know” meant. Bud was laying down a first-class guilt trip, complete with emotional blackmail. "Wow, that’s...unfortunate," I said. "But no, we have cats. Try literally anyone else." "We've tried literally everyone else," Bud sighed [READ MORE]