I have failed as a mother. Evidently, our fur-baby tried to bite Sprinkler Guy John last spring during his annual startup visit. This was news to us when we called last week to set up our winterizing appointment with the irrigation company. The owner’s wife answered and made some small talk, saving the best for last. “Oh, and, um, you’ll have to lock up your dog when Sprinkler Guy John’s there because a note in your file says she nipped at his baby-blue cotton elasticized surgical shoe covers back in April. Sorry.” What? A note in our file? Nipped at his what? Sorry? Suddenly, I’m transported back to Goodale Elementary…