The puppy turned a year old yesterday. She's a lab, which means she's barely halfway through her reign of terror. She's odd-looking, with short legs, a long body, so small people ask me if she's a miniature breed. (She's not.) Someone here in Malibu was giving her away and we adopted her. Well, the big dog did. He took one look, lay down and surrendered. We clearly weren't leaving without her. And thank goodness. The puppy's smart and fast and gleeful, a total party girl. At doggy day care, she's the chick with the lampshade on her head. If they did beer bongs, she'd be first in line. She worships the cats. She chews shoes. She steals food. She snores. We love her.