Some mornings, getting out of bed feels heroic. And then there are mornings like today—when Hudson is stretched beside me in full golden-retriever splendor, making the idea of standing upright seem like too much ambition for one person before coffee. He’s curled up like a perfect little croissant, breathing softly, paws twitching like he’s chasing squirrels in his sleep. Meanwhile, I’m lying there trying to convince myself that being a responsible adult is more important than