Lady Dog was my first friend.  Yeah, she had a terrifyingly ferocious bark when anyone arrived who didn't live at my grandparents, but she'd welcome my little self under the kitchen table after dinners for snuggling.  I can still remember the feel of her fur and the smell of her breath.  I swear she adopted me in her heart and I wish I could still see her again.  The memory of her is always intertwined with my grandfather who also had a ferocious bark yet very kind to me.  Thinking of the two of them together is comforting.

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