In 1998, I had a bad week.
It began when my neighbor, Sandy, had asked me to feed her dogs, let them outside in the fenced-in yard during the day and put them in their kennels for the night while she was out of town.
Any idiot can do that, I thought. Except one day I forgot the part about letting them outside and only remembered later when I discovered one of the dogs had eaten Sandy’s couch that was on the porch.
He didn’t eat all of it — he left the springs.