I can’t remember why it was just my mother and I going to Grand Rapids that time. I think now, looking back on it that my mother must have had to do more work on my Uncle’s estate, and had to deliver documents in person. But none of my other siblings were with us; my [...]
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Ralph was supposed to be my sister’s dog. She had just graduated from high school and was going to have more time than usual because of a commuter college student’s schedule, so we all agreed it would make the most sense for her to be the primary caregiver to the dog. We set up a [...]
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My sister and I had been working on my mother’s defenses about getting another dog. Ever since the runaway Tasha episode, we’d all been missing the presence of a dog in the house. We told my mother that we thought it would help with the ever increasing tension with my brother in the house; everyone [...]
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My family? We’re all dog people. They say that people can be divided into many categories, but when it comes right down to it, you’re either dog people or cat people. I’m not saying there aren’t exceptions. There are. But for the most part, you either like the quietness and independence of a cat, or [...]
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