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  I am missing — The dogs. It hurts, this missing. I want my dogs. Not new dogs. MY dogs. And I want to go home.*     *Home does not exist. I attended nine elementary schools, lived in so many places — including cars and garages and floors — growing up there is no […]

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i canz has kleenex?

  Meet Diesel. Diesel was roaming Wilshire Blvd when a crazed pedestrian snatched him out of the way of exciting Wilshire traffic and handed him off to my friend Robin who took him to a vet where he weighed in at 1.1 pounds. [Wow, that is heart, taking on Wilshire traffic when you weigh 1.1 […]

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