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  • Other than when I have lived in places where it wasn't possible or practical, I've always shared life with at least one angel-called-dog.

    Jasmine is the first, however, who HAS to bark. She HAS to bark. Mostly at the postal delivery person.

    After she barks, she looks proudly at me as if to say, "See? In spite of your attempts to get me to stop, once again I have kept you safe. And I'll do it again tomorrow. I promise!!"

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    [Photo by Barbara, in our living room where pistashioes were present, Minneapolis, MN, 2013]
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