By Mary Ann Ellis
When Josh moved to Virginia and took his dog Bentley with him, Larry and I agreed that we’d not have another dog. We are aging; a dog underfoot could well cause an accident. Dogs cost money; we’d save millions by remaining dogless. Besides, we’d get attached to another dog and have our hearts broken yet again. We’ve kept that promise not to get another dog; we got three instead. We never actively sought another dog; they sought us. We have “Sucker” printed on our foreheads in dog language. Even the most illiterate dogs can read it.
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