He’d put off paper training the dog for too long. Ten years of Lysoling the floors each morning was enough. The very least the dog could do was to retrieve the bucket and mop for him once in awhile. This resolute mindset was a new beginning for him. His thoughts began to free themselves from their mundane prison of preconception. It occurred to him that his wife should be able to produce more than dissonant caterwauling from her expensive cello, after seven years of twice weekly lessons with the highly touted Professor Mezzanota. He determined to…