Your only friend growing up was a drooling Saint Bernard named Cool Joe. He was an OK pal — that is, until he was bitten by a rabid bat and went insane in the membrane. He launched an ambush, killing your pa and leaving you stranded in an ’81 Ford Pinto. You’ve spent the past three decades wondering if every dog’s loyal canine brain has a serial killer mode. Your life coach thinks you need to expose yourself to more dogs, so perhaps... More >>>