Pooches, I’ll tell you about the pickle I got myself into yesterday. I was at the park, where a couple of kids were setting up a game on a giant chess board in the plaza. Just as I was sniffing around the board, they realized a piece was missing. I’m game, so I volunteered to be the pawn. Doggonit, that was a mistake. Chess is the opposite of chase. I had to sit in a little square until I was moved AND I could only move two spaces and then I had to sit again. I couldn’t wait to be captured. Now I know what it means to be a pawn in someone else’s game. Chess and dogs definitely don’t mix.