About fifteen years ago, when I was a deeply depressed person out of a job because the economy had imploded, I would get angry when people would talk about their pets like they were children. I thought it was ludicrous and I never felt that way about my childhood dog. Why do they dress them up and take them everywhere? It’s just a pet!
Fast forward to A…
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