This is Hazel, our Maltese. She is by far the prettiest I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen many of this breed. (She’s also amazingly long, strong and a psycho-fearless watchdog, especially when it comes to protecting her “mom.”) But speaking of my wife Ernestine, she and I regularly get into it about putting feathers in Hazel’s hair. NOOOOO!!! “But she’s a GIRL!” Ernestine argues. OK, but she’s a girl who can run and jump and fight like a boy. At least, that’s what her “dad” thinks.