Plus: the pleasures of pickling, a feminist take on the Mexican Revolution, and a Georgetown jeweler. December 18, 2020 Wyatt on the desk atop Hancock Hill, in Alpine, the day after he was adopted from Grand Companions. Christian Wallace Two months ago, I became a dad. A dog dad, that is. My partner, Lauren, and I had talked about getting a puppy since early in the pandemic. I’d been spending a lot of time (okay, all my time) at home and figured that this was a great opportunity to train and bond with a chewing, pooping, four-legged fur ball. Lauren started following shelters on social media, and we contacted several Austin groups about certain pooches, but, for one reason or another, those never panned out. Then a friend told us about Grand Companions in Fort Davis.