I’d offer to let Calvin come visit, but he’d be no help. Every day, he waits for the mailman. Then he ferociously charges the porch gate, spits a ball through the gate onto the sidewalk, and waits for the mailman to throw it back and then lean over the gate to give him a hug. Solicitors will sometimes see him and pass on by, but those who are dog-savvy, they have his number.