As most adults around the United States remain laser-focused on the upcoming elections, my darling granddaughter is engrossed in a campaign of her own – a winning one – for a puppy.
You see, a few weeks ago, her pet hamster, Hermione, died. There were tears. Mom comforted, while Dad handled the remains and got rid of Hermione’s cage and toys. Big brother joined the pleas for a long-desired dog. Not too big. And one that would live for a long, long time.
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