Let Inga Tell You: Olof and I have slowly, tentatively, started looking at dogs, not that our beloved Winston could ever be replaced. We confess we’re ambivalent about it; when we had a lot of yard work done this spring, we couldn’t help but reflect that it was a lot easier not having a dog. Particularly not a dog who would eat power tool-toting people. But we have sorely missed the dynamic of a dog in our household. Winston brought out a side of my husband that I had ever seen before in the 51 years we’ve known each other. We’ve both spent the spring pretty much marinating in sadness.