Life with three dogs is like living in a sitcom where no one knows they’re in a sitcom. Every bark is a punchline. Every tail wag is a truce. Every day, we get a little better at understanding each other—until someone steals a bed again and it’s back to round one. But at the end of it all, they curl up next to me, forming a pile of warmth, snoring, and drool. And I wouldn’t change a thing.