The vet just sent Hans a happy birthday card. His birthday is actually in early August. At least, it was last year. On the other hand, perhaps we should begin celebrating right now.
So Hans is 6, and he came to me aged 2 1/2, when a light worker who had known Snoepie, my earlier dachshund, phoned that there was a dog just for me. She said he had been for a month at a vet shelter, and the fact that no one had taken him was a clue. She also said he had lived with a lady 82 and a half to 85,...
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