When I was a young girl, my cousin Alison had a dog named Cubby. He was a small black and white terrier-type dog, and Alison was very attached to him, and he was very protective of her. This was a mystery to me. I grew up in a small, crowded house with parents and four siblings, and no pets, probably because there was no room for them. Once, when I asked my aunt why Alison was so attached to Cubby, she told me, “well, Alison doesn’t have any brothers or sisters,......

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