Friday, August 17, 2007
A boy and his dog
My 3 year old son Brennan got his beloved "Puppy" from his Great Aunt Pat when he was born. It became so important to him that we got a duplicate just in case Puppy was ever lost or needed a bath, which, of course, is often.
"New Puppy" is rarely accepted in those times of crisis. "New Puppy" just doesn't feel the same.....or smell the same.
There's just nothing like that dirty, old dog smell.
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