Ervolino: Next year, my dog will be older than I am

I’m not one of those people who run around on Labor Day screaming that summer is over.

You know the type: “Oh, no! It’s Labor Day! Wah-wah-wah! Summer is over!”

I don’t scream that because: A. I try not to scream about anything, and B. Technically, summer isn’t over for another three or four weeks.