Back in my youth (by which I mean, like, 5 years ago), my friends and I would have what we’d call “space bag parties”, wherein we’d buy box wine, remove the foil-plastic hybrid wineskin, and drink ...

Second only to the pain of your bare foot finding a tiny piece of Lego, is stepping onto an abandoned rawhide bone. It’s a harsh reminder that your dog has no interest in cleaning up after itself, but ...