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  • The darling poodle in my arms isn't mine. It's my sister's. She let me hold it for the picture.

    My sister is very possessive about her things. When we get older, she will lend me some of her clothes to wear. To this day she teases me about dribbling and drooling and spilling things on the fronts of blouses and dresses. I'm not that bad. She enjoys the joke.

    She has another poodle now. It's a real one named Teddi. Sir Teddi Bear, to be exact. Teddi lets me hold him; I don't have to ask my sister's permission. After 70 years, I've come to this - allowed to hold the poodle. Without asking.
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