Dump the time change, Ringo and I need sleep

While this plea may not carry much weight I’m going to present it anyway.

Ringo my beagle has an eating disorder, meaning that if an entire bag of food were somehow left within reach of his snout, he just might eat until he burst.

But that’s not the point. Somehow when we got him as a pup nearly 14 years ago on Father’s Day we were told that he was typical of many beagles. They eat, eat, eat and slowly become big and round.

Through careful exercise, Ringo has remained a constant 35 or so pounds. He became my wife’s regular walking partner — named like every animal we’ve had in 44 years togethe...