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    I've really missed your blogging. So glad to read this. Rosebud is adorable, and I say this as a fellow "not a dog person." The kids are pining away for one. I said, "Here's a leash. If you walk this leash three times a day from now until next Spring, no matter the weather, I will get you a dog." So far, no takers.


    I'm not a dog person either. We have a dog, Mary. I love her, but I don't like to touch her. My husband says he can relate...


    This rocked. Loving the thread of your observations


    You know when they stare at you, they're also clearly judging you and all you do in their presence.

    Just sayin.

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