I have a weird relationship with advice. Probably has something to do with being on twitter while my dog was dying. When I was driving up to cape cod. I mentioned something about his legs being a little wobbly. He was wobbly because his legs were failing but he didn’t trust cars so he’d ride for hours, gripping his dog bed. Eventually I figured out that…
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