It was Christmas Eve in 1983. Approximately 9:00 PM. Finally, the time to Christmas shop had arrived. That particular year I focused on Shopko as my store. I planned to buy April shimmery, satiny sleepwear. We’ll leave it at that, but that decision started me on the path to one of my first theoretical Olympic gold medals.
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Then panic struck me. The last stray dog that showed up on our doorsteps soon gifted us with eight puppies. And April had used the word ‘she.’ Three times. This had ballooned into a colossal emergency. Pregnancy was once again in the picture. I took a deep breath.
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Even though the two pups will eventually enjoy a walk of their own, their combined memory bank must be the size of lint. This explains why, as soon as April starts down the road, Dodger and Scout burst into maniacal, incessant barking. Since they make no attempt to harmonize, I find it irritating.
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