For a full twenty minutes I begged my older sister to trade bunks with me for one measly night. I just had to know the thrill of sleeping in the top bunk bed or die of disappointment. Life is just that dramatic when you’re eight years old.
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Our dog Sammy came into our lives not merely on a whim while passing a pet store, but rather after years of pitching the idea to my husband with little success. When at last Joe changed his mind I wasted no time unraveling the mystery of why. Instead, I made tracks to find us a dog and fast! Lucky for us, a woman I worked with knew of an eighteen-month-old Yorkshire terrier that needed a good home, and I jumped on the opportunity.
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