One of my neighbors in my little town in Virginia is Judge James Turk of the U.S. District Court in Roanoke, a Nixon appointee who took senior status a few years ago and still regularly presides over cases in his eighties. Today our local paper featured a story about how he takes his little dog to chambers—and into the courtroom itself!—on the days when his wife is busy with her hospital volunteer work. Judge and Mrs. Turk are real pillars of our community around here, and supporters of my university as well. But all I could think of as I read this story was that that decision of the framers to shield the independence of the judiciary has some quirky consequences. Who, after all, is going to tell Judge Turk that his dog can’t be there?