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This dog! His name is Timber, and he belongs to our son Tim. “I’ve never seen a dog that listens so well,” my friend said to me. We were sitting at the picnic table and Timber waited patiently at the end of the table, the plate of shrimp tails and shells at his feet, untouched….
There’s always one. No matter how many are in a litter, there’s always one. His name was Goldie. His fur was golden, which is why he was given the name Goldenrod. (Weren’t we original?!) Goldie came to our house along with a passel of other kittens and cats when our brother Jacob brought a large…
Those cats and kittens We stopped to visit friends on our way back to Halifax County the other Sunday evening. Amid the hugs and hellos, I noticed the kittens. Eleven kittens, to be exact. We picked them up and scratched their heads as they arched their backs and purred. It was a cat lover’s paradise….
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