The problem is, I wrote it wrong.

That's not actually true.

The problem is, people read it wrong.

Well, that's not entirely accurate, either.

So last week I put out the 2012 MLB preseason version of "100 Facts you need to know" and, as always, I threw in some personal tidbits about myself. Among the things I wrote were some thoughts about my dog, Macy.

It was a 4,000-word column that had probably 85 or so tidbits about fantasy baseball and yet, almost all the feedback I got was about my dog. On Twitter, on Facebook, in texts and emails from friends, via the podcast and the commentary section here at ESPN.com. Tons of reaction. Reaction that made me realize either I hadn't written it correctly or people weren't understanding what I intended.

Now, not all of the reactions had a thought-out plan of attack like Mark from L.A. did.

Mark (Los Angeles, Calif.): Keep the dog, show the wife the door, flip for the kids. In the long run you'll get a lot more affection from the dog and the wife is going to end up leaving you anyway, so ..."

But all the feedback shared the same sentiment: Whatever you do, keep the dog. The dog, if you've read me for any amount of time, is Macy. I've had her since the year 2000. She's a rescue dog and no one is sure how old she is. Or even what breed she is. I just know that I love her.

Macy coming home from a walk in downtown Hartford, circa 2009. Courtesy Matthew Berry

She was actually a one-year anniversary present for the ex-Mrs. Roto, who had always wanted a dog. But in those days, she worked at an office all day and I was at home, working as a screenwriter, so Macy spent most of her time with me. When my ex and I split up, we didn't know what to do. I was in negotiations with ESPN at the time and it looked like I would be moving from L.A. to Connecticut, so my ex, a wonderful woman, said: "You should keep her. She's closest to you anyways and you're moving to a new city. Be good to have a friend when you move there." So that was that. And Macy flew across the country with me.

She's been with me through a lot, my dog. Good, bad, two wives, a cross-country move, a new job, three different homes a lot. She is a 14-pound girl dog who is not anywhere close to a "manly" dog. Could not love her more.

She loves my new wife. More than she loves me, frankly. (In fairness, everyone likes my wife more than me). Always following her around. The kids love Macy, too. We all love Macy, despite her flaws.

There are behavioral issues. She has tried to bite each of the kids before when they've wanted to play with her. Maybe they were too rough, maybe she didn't want to play (she is older), I don't know. She's a princess, my dog, and very set in her ways. She doesn't like other dogs, ignoring them when they bark or want to play and sniff her. She likes only humans, and not all of them at that. She's a particular sort.

She's also not 100 percent reliable when it comes to house training. I don't know if it's behavioral (because she's angry) or because she is at least 13 years old at this point, but she is not reliable when it comes to taking care of her business. We've had accidents. She's thrown up, she sneezes all over she's an old dog, you know?

So when the twins were born, there were some discussions about where she should sleep. My wife, understandably, is super-concerned about the twins, especially as they roll around on the floor, and wanted Macy outside at all times. I fought this. Became a real issue with us but, of course, I understand where she is coming from. Anyways, we ended up compromising. She sleeps in the garage (we've built a whole dog house, fake grass, heated pad area for her) and she spends her days outside in our yard. When I come home at night and on the weekends, she's inside with me, where I can keep an eye on her.

Recently, she had to stay at a local kennel (where she often stays when we go out of town) and the groomer, a very nice woman, offered to take her. She loves Macy, she's single, she can bring Macy to work with her every day, where Macy just hangs out with her while she works on other dogs. (Macy is such a charmer. Every time we leave her at a kennel, they always end up letting her out to follow around the people who work there, because Macy could care less about the other dogs there and she cutes her way into getting special treatment. Happens every place we take her. Nothing short of amazing.) Anyways, she makes the offer.

Which brings me to my dilemma, which I wrote about and generated such a response. Do I give her to this woman? Make no mistake: I do not want to. I love her. But is sleeping in a garage, staying outside in a yard by yourself most days, getting human contact only a few hours a day and, if the babies are out, having to be blocked off by a fence from rest of the family, is that life better for Macy than one in which she's the sole focus of attention for a very nice lady who can be with her almost all the time?

I don't know. Am I being selfish by hanging on to her? Should I do what's worse for me but potentially better for her and give her to this woman? She's 13 years old. Who knows how long she has left. Is she better off this way? I don't know. That's what I struggle with. I would do anything for this dog, I just don't know what the right thing to do is.

I have no idea what to predict for the future of Macy and myself. But I think about it a lot. Just like I think about the upcoming baseball season. But I do have some predictions for that.

This preseason, you have read, watched and listened to lots of analysis. You may not agree with all of it, but you can rest assured it is thoughtful, reasoned and there is legitimate data to suggest that what is being discussed is likely to happen on some level. Not guaranteed, but likely. That's what I shoot for.

Except in this case. This is my bold predictions piece. For a prediction to be bold, of course, it is not likely to happen. Saying that Albert Pujols will hit 40 home runs is not bold. That's fairly likely to happen. Saying he struggles in the new park and league, gets injured and has a horrific year like Hanley Ramirez did last year? Now that's bold.

But, as we saw with HanRam, Alex Gordon and many others last year, unlikely doesn't equal impossible. So my goal in this column is to find things that are unlikely to happen but are still possible. I call it "You Heard Me."

Imagine we had a conversation where I said despite not being a 15-year-old girl or in the theater industry, I really like the show "Smash."