Relearning the Pug Life

Hammy, getting into mischief in the landscaping

I just spent 10 minutes in the front yard in a stare-down with a 15 pound dog. I moved slowly and put on my high-pitch-happy fun-play voice. Every step I took toward our 18 month old pug was a win. Until that last step, where — every time — he playfully darted 90 degrees to other side.

And the dance starts again.

I propped the door open to drop my Costco packages in the porch and — boom! — Ham is…