Buddy, or David Blaine as he is known when making his daring escapes, is a character. This silky terrier can bat his lashes and work the room. I’m convinced he understands English but exercises selective listening depending on who is giving orders. Me, he minds. His new dad, not so much.

When I sing, Buddy sings louder. Where I go, Buddy goes on my heels.

But when a thunder ...