(Dogs 13)
As I remember the dogs we have had, the scene now changes, and I am looking into the big brown eyes of Vica. She was Skip's dog, a fine German Shepherd from a breeder in Milwaukee. He had been longing for a dog for years -- a strong dog that would be his own -- and there was always some reason for putting him off. At length here he was in the hospital for a minor operation, and Lorin and I were there, too, visiting him. "What can we do for you, Skip?"
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