For me, it comes along every year about this time, just like clockwork. In fact, my spring rituals involve fishing, turkey hunting, lawn care avoidance and trying unsuccessfully to convince the wife this is the year I need a new pup. When it comes to complete irrationality, it's hard to beat puppies. Is it the terminal cuteness that makes you want to take them home? Is it the whispered promise of future days afield? Whatever the reason, when I see them, I start scheming.