“Unraveling the Secrets of ‘Traditions of a Mutt’: What Your Dog’s Mixed Breed Can Teach You About Love and Loyalty”
This one particular morning I remember started with some other dude I didn’t recognize saying “good morning Kiddo,” leaning in, reeking of stale cigarettes, with stained teeth and dirty jeans. He had faded and blurred tattoos on his arm. Gross. Too close. I cringed and leaned back in an attempt to protect myself. He wasn’t one of the cousins. He didn’t have the matching brown skin, straight dark hair, and hazel eyes my dad had. He was just another friend they’d picked up somewhere along the way who decided to join the party. My mom, the blonde lady walking around in her sweats, was ignoring the fact that I was obviously uncomfortable.
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