Warning to people who dislike dogs: Don’t read this column. Life in the 70s is going to lapse into personal canine history. I’m a dog lover, and I’ve had a few of them.

QuaQua was one of the best: a smart and diplomatic miniature poodle who made me happy every day I was with her. And she was happy with me.

The dog loved her master. She enjoyed being with me, hanging out beside me watching TV. We were pals.