In the little town of Humphries by the Sea, Chauncey, my golden retriever, and I walked to the post office today. “Heya, Chauncey!” shouted one passing car. “Chauncey, you’re the best!” yelled another. As we traveled farther down the road, one more car declared, “Chauncey for President!” I stopped walking and leaned forward looking Chauncey in the eyes. “How cause you knows all the peoples, Chauncey?” A pick-up flew past answering me, “Chauncey rules!” Chauncey just looked down smiling.