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| Bro as a puppy - I'll
never forget the way that little puppy looked at me, so directly into my
eyes. I saw a question there, "Are you my new mom?" I answered "Yes"
and he said that would be just fine.
That was 1985. As I write these words in 1998 Bro is stretched out under the desk, one foot on mine. We have never willingly been apart. |
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