I woke up thinking about my old dog Bear, who used to sometimes sneak to Tim’s pillow after Tim had gone to work. I don’t mean the dog curled up on the pillow. I mean he put his body under the covers and his head on the pillow like a human. It was amazing, like waking next to a small horse.
I am reading Courtney Maum’s memoir, The Year of the Horses, an…
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