when i was five, our dog blackie had puppies. each of us in the family had a favourite from the litter, but ultimately we voted democratically which one we should keep, and mine was the winner. i named her snugglee, spelled intentionally this way because i wanted her to have the same middle name as me.
snugglee was, true to her name, snuggly, with long black fur. she was an outdoor dog and not terribly well groomed, but what she lacked in beauty she made up for in character. she lived for fifteen long years, dying of old age while i was living abroad in russia during university.
[written 29 august 2007; posted 1 september 2007]
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