There wasn’t a speck of pink icing anywhere.Not on my dining room rug. Not on the hardwood floor or even around the graying face of our beloved oversized boxer, Dozier.But as he tried unsuccessfully to hide his 80-pound self behind our dining room table, peeking his face around the mahogany chairs, his ears bent back sheepishly, his nub of a tail wagging slowly in a downward position — I knew something was up.The empty box gave it away.My 9-year-old daughter [...]
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