In my haste to rush home before the snow began to fall again yesterday, I locked my keys in the car. Luckily, AAA came in time for me to make the 8:25 p.m. sailing, and I was home safe by 10 — with my daughter’s 130-pound French mastiff, Cooper to babysit for a week while she goes skiing in Alaska.
Cooper’s looks scare me, but he is a gentle giant. I’ve tried explaining that to our 15-year-old cat, Six. Six doesn’t understand why he is the only one who abides by the rules: specifically, no dogs in the house. Cooper is scared of Six, the hissing demon and he misses his mom. We will probably venture out to the dog park this afternoon, while Six returns to his study of the Peloppennesian War.

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