On the eve of becoming a dog owner

Shortly after my father passed away in April, a kind coworker had sent me a condolence gift of an octopus mug and the mystifying book, “The Soul of an Octopus,” because I had once mentioned to her that I felt I was juggling so many things in my hands that I either felt like an octopus or wish I were an octopus, able to gracefully hold and manipulate the many things that needed to be held in my many tentacles.

Because I had remained in her Amazon shipment history, she accidentally regaled me with her next Amazon order a few days later. I ended up receiving a 12-pack of…