A Dog Story: Booker

Booker had an endearing habit. Whether he realized he was a bit heavy and I have a bad back, and wanted to help, I don’t know, but when we were heading back to his cage, which was at eye level, I never had to make much effort because I would bend, get into position to lift, and he would make a little leap and clamber up the bars of the cage underneath, to reach his door.

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