By Francesca Serritella
I was going through a closet at my mom’s house when I spotted an old handbag I felt worthy of rescuing and bringing back to New York. Upon opening it, I found a folded piece of yellow paper inside. It had a list of questions written on it in my handwriting, but that I didn’t remember writing:
“In whose house was he raised? Yours or Barbara’s?”
“How much does he eat, how often?”
“Introducing to other dogs?”
I pulled out the next items: two tickets to Dressage at Devon 2008.
Suddenly, my heart swelled at the memory.
I was transported to September 2008, when I first met Pip as a puppy. I had written these questions down, because I was so nervous and excited, I was afraid I would forget to ask them.
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