Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, I received a package in the mail. I had received many before it, but what made this one special was that it was the first that I had received after I moved away from home. It felt wonderfully grown-up to go to the post office and know that I had a post address all my own. Many may have had this address before me, but for the next six months it was all mine.
After I brought my parcel home from the post office I noticed something strange. The parcel was address to me from my dog.
And it seemed to be shaking ever so slightly.