Back when I was fortunate enough to have a dog growing up, I’m pretty sure all of my family members and myself were pretty bad pet owners. And by bad, I mean indulgent. That dog had free rein to lick all the plates in our dishwasher, never lacked for people food, and had plenty of treats. Meanwhile, her long walks and runs were sparse. Somehow, she lived until the age of 16, probably due to the longevity afforded the beagle-hound mutt over pure breeds. Even with her few extra pounds, we just thought there was more of her to love.