I love dogs, within reason. I have a dog. I’ve had dogs for twenty years. I did not grow up with dogs because my mother was desperately afraid of them, even little ones, and wouldn’t let us near them. One day, when my sister was small, a dachshund named Finnegan bit her on the chin, and to this day she can’t watch Mr. Dressup.
Our first family dog, Milo,…
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