Willis Reed loves to terrorize my extraordinarily pretentious neighbor. Which is fine by me. It’s not that he’s cruel. It’s not that he even does anything terrifying. It’s that he’s been stereotyped. His father was a deadbeat who didn’t stick around. His mother was a Pit Bull. So, by default, he is a raging maniac who will stop at nothing to eat the poor lady’s children, if she had any. In reality, the one where we all go to a job, cook our own dinners and generally deal with things because we have to, Willis is a delight. He is one of the most noble and loyal animals whose only apparent aim is to enrich your life. Twelve years ago, some friends and I went to a small house that was being repossessed. The resident Pit had just given birth to a litter and the puppies were in immediate need of homes. They were all perfect but the little one with the white paws seemed to stand out just a bit more. My friends took in several of the siblings and I took the flabby, bear-cub looking one. Now, we’ve had many years together and this medium-sized man has brought so much joy and happiness into the home. He wears complicated clothing. He is not averse to interrupting your life to accommodate his own personal agenda. He will use his charm to manipulate you to bend to his will. He is also one of the smartest, most loyal and most emotive dogs I have known. We are all better for the warmth he has introduced to our lives. Here’s to many more years of his reign of destruction over the neighborhood.