Greg Oldfield

The first Monday with our rescue Allosaurus Mix, I stopped home for lunch and found the ottoman in pieces. Splintered wood, strips of chewed leather, and stuffing littered the family room with a trail of buttons behind the couch. “Max has to stay in the crate,” I said to Steph on the phone while Max was playing tug of war with my suit pants. “But Max is only a baby,” she said.  “Babies need rules, too.”  “They also need nurturing and a room with a view. Max can’t even see out the window.” That night, after I lugged to the…