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  • My daughter, giggling, is sliding haltingly, in jerks, across the floor, tenaciously hanging on to a stuffed animal. Attached to the other end of the now-ragged cheetah is our mastiff-pit, who is enthusiastically growling as he drags the child across the room.

    "He always gives us rides!" she laughs, as she's dragged... He's laughing too... He continues to drag the child away, wildly roaring his approval of the game with a big grin, tail high, ready for more.

    When I finally stop the game, everyone is panting and smiling, torn and wild eyed.

    A delicate home, we're not.

    Minutes later, they're all in bed, snuggling down. In one child's bed, a large dog stretches, sharing the pillow, limbs out, snoring.
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