
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” —Will Rogers
I am about to get ahead of all this dog hair. The fine silky black hair that engrained itself in the carpet, settled in out of the way crevices and wafted through the air to land in whatever I was cooking was a royal pain. Every day sees less evidence of a
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