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A Big Little Life: A Memoir of a Joyful DogI didnБЂ™t want to switch on the flashlight that I keep on my nightstand, so still lying on my side, I squinted in search of animal eyeshine, but could see none. Tentatively, I reached out past the side of the bed with my right hand, and at once found TrixieБЂ™s head. For a couple of minutes, in the dark, I rubbed the sensitive part of one of her ears between my thumb and index finger, and she leaned into this caress. Then she sighed and returned to her bed in the corner, and soon slept. I imagined she had stood there, breathing in my complex scent, analyzing me with her talented nose, asking herself if I would be kind to her and love her and be worth loving in return. I intended never to give her reason to answer no to any of those questions. V if she could talk, sheБЂ™d do stand-up comedy NOT LONG AFTER Trixie came to live with us, Judi sent a photograph of our girl with the rest of the dogs in her CCI class. БЂњI donБЂ™t need to identify Trixie for you,БЂ«she said. БЂњYouБЂ™ll have no trouble recognizing her.БЂ«In the photo, a dozen dogs face the camera in a semicircle ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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