After he sank into depression following yet another losing political campaign, John found a dog on his doorstep.  A gift from his nice sister.

Lenny is often not a good dog, which is part of what makes him a great one.  He knows how to create a diversion to get a snack, he’s addicted to running down drainpipes, and — it has been calculated — his tail has wagged at least 100,000,000 million times so far.  That is not hyperbole.

But he had separation anxiety and — like so many humans — he could not stand a moment not alone with John.  More to the point, Lenny started peeing on the bedsheets when John went out.  Lenny now lives with his fellow dog Jake and John’s sister and brother-in-law.   But John visits whenever he can.