I admit it. When our kids were younger, we succumbed to getting them a “guilt dog.” We had just plucked them out of their comfortable lives in San Francisco and dragged them halfway around the world to Singapore, where we would all be spending the next five years living, working and, for them, going to a brand new school.
So after a few months of getting settled into our new home away from home, we made the promised trip to the pet store and found ...
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