And baby makes …

Three.

Joy.

On the rug.

I’m at that crotchety age, I guess. I don’t need any more complications in my life. But I shlepped up to Rye, New York, last weekend with the lovely Tara Gargano to pick up a special delivery from Texas.

My 23-pound package was a spayed female hound mix with clear eyes, clean ears, normal sinus rhythm, proper symmetry and healthy peripheral lymph nodes.

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Long story short, I got a dog.

A second dog. More Ervolino: How much does a dog age in one year? The answer is complicated

Woo-hoo!

The complications?

Well, for starters, my other canine, Charly — a Treeing Walker Coonhound — was waiting for me at home, with no idea that another four-legge

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