Pawing her way into my heart

When I was not dragging Zero along "like a cement lawn ornament," as one of the books put it, I was escorting her into an air-conditioned room to ease a skin condition she acquired in spite of the veterinarian-recommended diet of potato and duck. Still, in brief bursts of energy, Zero was a lovable clown. (Full article: 727 words)

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