Here’s another reason to fight for a ban against puppy mills. Over six years ago, when I adopted my beagle, Reba, I began working on basic commands with her, along with housebreaking. I had to assume she had either lived in an outdoor pen or in a home with a barbarian. That sweet-tempered little girl didn’t know ANYTHING. I won’t give you the tedious blow-by-blow, but I’ll say that it took her three months to learn that the last...