His first word was puppy. His first animal sound was “woof-woof!” His first stuffed animal was a border collie instead of a teddy bear. Year after year went by; the little boy asked for a dog for his birthday and Christmas. Year after year, he heard “wait until the family cat dies.” Then the year finally came.
The house was packed with family and friends.The brown and white border collie ran into the room with a bow on its collar. Its tail was wagging furiously, but if the little boy had a tail, it would have been wagging even quicker.
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Noah Glenn
Many make light of the gaps in the conversations of older married couples, but sometimes those places are filled with… From The Boy, The Duck, and The Goose
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