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Dogbreath

“Mom.”

The 8yo is at my bedside early, unhappy, struggling with loose baseball pants.

“He said he would help me with my belt if I licked the dog,” he says. He pointed at his 10yo brother in the hall, smirking beside the big hairy 90-pound Bernese Mountain Dog.

“Now he won’t help me because he says I have dog breath.”

 

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