Fifty-some years ago, when I was a tad, we lived in southern Michigan, but had a summer boarding house in northern Michigan. I don't remember many details, but I do remember that some of the family and I were staying at the boarding house one season, and Dad came up very late one night. It was a long trip for him. He expected to be welcomed. They told me the next day that I embraced our family dog he had brought along, and completely ignored my Pere.I can empathize with the young lady hugging Amie. Dogs is good people.
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