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Holy Molar! (Part Two)
Life happens. It being Sunday, I went for a run this morning. A Sunday run is not that unusual, you say … well, except for the fact that I’ve been barely conscious for the better part of a week and a half. The nine klick run through the near-freezing suburban trail system was a mix
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spayed
This morning I made a heart-aching drive to the veterinarian clinic to drop off a one-year-old puppy who, over the past almost-a-year has filled that same heart with joy … and for whom I’m returning the favour by having her reproductive organs surgically removed. As per our agreement with the breeder, and in consultation with