My neighbor's dog has a new routine. Every time the mail carrier walks up, the dog sits on the porch, looks at the carrier, and then looks at the neighbor. Not a bark. Not a growl. A look. A specific, tired, accusatory look. The neighbor says, 'He does the same thing with the pizza guy. But with pizza, he's excited. He's wagging. He's doing the little spin. With the mail, he's just... sitting there. Judging.'