The Skate: Goldie gets his shot, Leos confuse things, and Caps load up

It was 6 a.m., and I was on my hands and knees, with a spray bottle of disinfectant and a roll of ultra-absorbent Bounty DuraTowel, mopping up puddles of, well, whatever was leaking out of my dog. 
“Great. I just stepped in it,” says my wife, holding our 10-month-old speed crawler as far above the offending puddles as she could, giving me the “Oh, you know what this face means” look. 
I think most husbands do; it’s the one you get when something is your fa