Delilah turns 14 this week. If she was a teenage girl and I was her mother, this would be an intense time fraught with conflict and angst. But she’s a dog. An increasingly older dog. An “active senior” as her slightly more expensive bag of dry dog food proclaims, like she’s moved into a retirement community and keeps busy by playing bridge and attending Brigadoon sing-a-longs.The multiplication tables drilled into my head as an elementary school student [...]
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