Tipper...My Manager Extraordinaire!

By K. P. Gresham

I suspect most of us have our secrets about how we survivedthe Pandemic of ’20-’21. Video games, binge-watching movies, reading like afiend–you get the idea.

My secret was my dog, Tipper. Or should I say my manager.Tip’s a fifteen-pound rescue dog of the Chihuahua meets Terrier variety. Nobodywanted to adopt him because he has bad knees. Really? I’ve had two kneereplacements and nobody ever threw me out on the street. Tipper came home tolive with me and my better half, Kevi...