Babies, for all their cuteness, joyful squeals and wonderful-smelling heads, are basically jerks. Even worse if you’re a big brother or big sister, dislodged from the center of the universe by a tiny ...

Something was wrong with my dog. Actually, he’s not my dog — or he wasn’t supposed to be. I got him for my son, Sawyer, when he was 9, and the boy swore he would feed the dog, clean up after him and ...