Latke, a fluffy white-and-black mutt, came into my life when we were both puppies. My parents gave her a huge fenced-in area in our backyard, where she hung out all day as long as the weather was reasonable; they wanted to keep her separate from our cat, Knish, but she also really loved running around out there and napping in her doghouse. At night, we'd lay out a fleecy blanket for her in the laundry room and set up a little gate in the doorway so she could see into the living room without harassing Knish. But as you can see in the right-hand photo above, I'd often get on the floor in the laundry room with her so she wouldn't feel lonely.
Right after my 12th birthday, Latke and Knish were put to sleep on the same day (both had painful health problems), shortly after my father was hospitalized for a heart attack. You know, fun sixth-grade stuff. It would be a couple of years before we got our next dog, Monte, from a local labrador retriever breeder.
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