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A GIRL AND HER DOG by Maria Hudgins

 Mark Twain said, “To get the full value of joy you must have something to divide it with.”

          My granddaughter has a new friend.  Her name is Celeste.

          We don’t know much about her past because she’s adopted, and we have practically no information on her. She was taken from an abusive home and put into foster care. She may be one or two years old. She may have had puppies. She’s a bit skittish around men and vets. But she is getting better every day and she is loving her new home.

          My granddaughter is an only child. I think the pandemic has hit these kids particularly hard. They have home school by Zoom, a house to play in, plenty of toys, lots of parental attention, but no one to play with. Play dates have to be carefully arranged and time-limited.

Enter, a dog. Celeste, you have a job to do and you’re going to love it.

       


You may have a hard time spotting them, but here is a picture of the new best buddies running across a tidal flat close to their home. The picture is fuzzy because it was taken from a long distance.



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MARIA HUDGINS is a mystery writer and a former high school science teacher. She is the author of the Dotsy Lamb Travel Mysteries, the Lacy Glass Archaeology Mysteries and several published short stories. Her favorite things are traveling, reading, dogs, and cats. She lives in Hampton, Virginia. 

Website: https://mariahudgins.com/

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