 The kids dressed up as black labs. We pick up the soft, yellow-blonde puppy on a Sunday afternoon. My daughter, almost four, and my son, 18 months, can’t help but reach their chubby arms into the cardboard box between their car seats, shrieking happily every time the puppy moves, or licks them, or lays down.
By Monday morning, the puppy—now named “Cuervo” after Cuervo Gold tequila—has become a pariah. There are no longer happy sounds coming from the kids. Rather they are crying with despair each time they come upon... MORE (You'll be redirected to Kirsten's blog on HuffPost.)
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6/17/2020 08:52:05 am
Greg - So sorry to hear about your loss. Our pups are such an important part of our lives and, I think, anyone who gets the chance to get to know a dog is lucky. 11/12/2022 07:39:55 am
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