A few years back, I made a stop at the post office to check my mail. I had been on a walk with my dog, Jake, with whom I am very bonded. Jake is an 11-year-old Bichon Frise who I’ve had since he was 4 months old.
I couldn’t bring him in with me so I had to leave him in the car for the amount of time it took me to run in, check my box, and run back out. (For all of you dog lovers out there, be assured, it was a cool autumn day!)
Jake usually doesn’t mind waiting for me. He’ll sit quietly an...
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