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It was a place she'd always wanted to visit, so one afternoon last month my daughter, Rebecca, and I went to the Humane Society. Although a far cry from the dog pounds I remember from my childhood, there is still a pathetic aura of sadness that shrouds such a place for unwanted pets. I am sure every dog had a story – some, in fact, were hinted at by notations on cards outside each kennel that bore the canine's name and vital statistics. Read more...
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