“But I’m going to take your advice . . .  and get a dog.”

STEVE

We did.  A yellow cocker spaniel thing. Ally said it looked like Mr. Stumpy.  We called him Steve. 

A neighbor down the street had knocked one Saturday and asked if we had lost a dog.  Ally pushed through the door and fawned over the mutt. She took the dog from the woman and held in her arms. This neighbor had noticed the dog hanging around and eating her cat’s food.  She figured he was lost or a stray.

“Well, I guess I’ll take him to the pound, then.”  She sighed. “I can’t keep him.  I just don’t have room. Too bad. He’s a nice dog.”

“We can keep him. We’ve got room!” Ally h...

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