“The idea is to figure out what a dog was born to do — herd, hunt, retrieve, sit decoratively on laps — and find ways to do it.” Slate examines the burgeoning world of dog fulfillment. What Berk was emphatically not born to do was spend three weeks in a kennel, but ah well. These are trying times. He’s been in the joint before…he can handle it. (And, while I’m on the subject of canines, I also enjoyed this self-medicating dog story from Drudge.)