This week Osa is our houseguest. My friend, Karen, is off fetching her sons at camp, and we are playing house with Osa. I knew her from the countless sweltering summer evenings Karen and I spent watching our sons play baseball from our folding spectator chairs, discussing over-scheduled kids, over-invested sports dads, raising boys, and what we’d been writing. Osa sat with us, patiently. She’s one of those fiercely intelligent, mild mannered, soulful dogs. It’s all in those amber eyes.