“Unraveling the Secrets of ‘Traditions of a Mutt’: What Your Dog’s Mixed Breed Can Teach You About Love and Loyalty”
“Morning, you hungry?” she said.
Behind that other dude’s stupid head, I saw the bright day, taunting them, the adults. It seemed like on mornings like this, the sun was always trying harder, and the sky was a rich clear blue through the large bay windows. It’s like the universe played tricks on them. A “screw you” for staying up too late and wasting a day. Our old dog, Hudson, was basking in the grass outside. His long, golden hair illuminated him. He looked relaxed, like he’d just returned from the spa. What a guy. The contrast was stark from the lingering weighty air of inside. I got a waft of Cousin East-West’s breath of rye and cola from three feet away.
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