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There was another weekend we had to both be away, and we weren’t sure what to do. M had offered some help when we got Sammy, but we did not want to impose, or make it a habit. It was too soon for us to leave him with unknown people, so M graciously agreed to…

It is autumn here and our backyard is filled with leaves. Sir Poops-a-lot was doing his thing, happy as a clam. (Why do we say clams are happy? How do we know?) In any case, he was not in spook-mode. After he did his business, he did the next doggie-thing, which is utterly useless, and…

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There was no help for it. I had a writer’s conference in Calgary to attend for the weekend, and Sammy had to be alone with Daddy. We were not at all sure that this would go well. We suspected there might be a few hiccups.We were right.Theo had closed the bedroom door so he couldn’t…

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