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Going to the Dogs

…or as we say here in Texas, going to the dawgs. My family is big on dogs.  Big, hairy, messy dogs.  Husband and I have had them our entire married life, with only a sad two-year period when we were dogless, yet Boy’s crusty cantankerous 18-year-old, then 19-year-old, cat remained. We started our married life …

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