My Foster Pup Cured My Control Freak

Author’s image of her foster puppy

I was doing yoga when Lucy missed her pee pad again, dipped her paws in her pee, then ran towards me.

“Mom, you promised to play with me after yoga!”

“Lucy, I still have one more minute of savasana! And I have to clean your pee!”

She kept nibbling me with her razor-sharp puppy teeth — I had to stuff a toy in her mouth.