A dozen foxhound pups, Cousin Abby, and me. I'm babysitting for a couple hours, but she's easy enough to watch as long as you have a dog or two. That or endless reruns of her favorite television show. Of course I choose the puppy pen. We sit and play, she makes some light conversation. No, not with me. With herself, or maybe her new floppy eared friends - I can't tell. A puppy come over, tugs my shoelace, untying it. Abby is amused.
"You used to do that all the time when you were a puppy, you know'.
She gasps.
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