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I’ve had one around most of my life. Skippy (whom I’m holding) is the first family dog I remember. My sister Rachel and I are hanging onto Laddie, wild dog of the farm. Next came Toby, a drooling Boxer, then Buster, with whom I never bonded. After getting married, we adopted Chica, a black Lab. We gave her away when we moved to Afghanistan. While in Nepal, we reluctantly adopted Yeti, a Nepalese street dog. Big mistake. They cannot be domesticated. We were happily dog-less until our sons got old enough to want a dog, then Molly, a golden Retriever won our hearts. But the dog of dogs, the princess of pooches, is a yellow Lab who makes her home with us now–Libby, aka Precious Pup, Libation, Libchen,

and Little Miss Vomitus (due to her delicate digestive tract). She loves comfort more than any dog I’ve known. The story of “The Princess and the Pea” could aptly describe Libby and her bed; double-pillowed and fluffed, please. We remind her that her grandfather is a champion field dog who would probably hold her penchant for comfort in much disdain. It doesn’t phase her, not a bit. Muddy footprints on the kitchen floor and furballs aside, she’s a pretty great dog.

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