Lucy really wants some new pets. Ones that are younger and smaller and smell better. Like a kitty or bunny or some little yippy dog. She sees our dogs as hand-me-downs. What she doesn't see: Clifford, who is lying next to her bed as she sleeps. Clifford, who'd jump into the car as I was buckling her into her car seat, just to be next to her, and look at me in his nervous way, as if to say, "Hey, don't hurt our baby, okay? Do you love me now? Just checking." Guinea pigs and Yorkies don't do that.