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My dad worked nights mostly and while we were growing up, and my mother also worked, so there were times where, when it was just the two of us at home, and, you know, they gave us a pretty long leash, actually.

For instance, it was very rare for anyone there with dogs to allow them into the house.

Living most of my life in New York, I witnessed plenty of nanny state laws. Later, I lived in D.C. for a bit and saw even more. I assumed when I got to Colorado, the Wild West, there would be a rejection of such intrusive legislation. I was wrong.

There's that rule, don't work with kids and animals. There's a reason for that!

Laws are to be enforced justly but firmly, with an iron hand. This is the case anywhere, even in a family.

If you give me enough time, enough leash, I can become pretty reasonable.

They would never let me be a crossing guard when I was a little kid. It would come up, I'd always raise my hand, I would never get picked . They thought I was too wild, but I knew I was responsible enough, if I was given that task.

I'm no one's lap dog, you can't put me on a leash.

Growing up, I wasn't allowed dolls, and my brothers weren't allowed guns. I inherited my brothers' clothes. I was never dressed in pink, and they were never dressed in blue; there were none of those rules that people still bizarrely subscribe to.

I've always been a dog owner, from the time I was a little boy in Chicago.