"Oh, and we're getting a puppy!" Kristin shares the dreaded words she heard last month — to be followed, of course, by many nights of getting up every two hours for dog-walking and many days of cleaning up messes, rescuing precious toys from chewing, applying firm but gentle discipline, etc., etc. Beth & I sympathize.
Jupiter fades into the dawn as we patrol Lewinsville Heights and Pimmit Hills. Trash cans at the curb overflow with empty boxes and gift-wrap paper. Lawn decorations slowly inflate as a laser-projected countdown timer reads "00 days 00:00:00 until Christmas!"
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