How Much is That Doggie in the Window?

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Remember that song? "How much is that doggie in the window/ the one with the wag-ge-ly tail." Every time I heard it when I was a kid, I went and bugged my mom about getting a puppy. It didn't work, though. My mother grew up on a farm and cats and dogs were working animals to her. An animal in the house? No way, so we never had any pets. (Except for the goldfish that came to an unfortunate demise when my 8-year-old sister put saran wrap over the bowl to make sure the fish wouldn't jump out when we were away.)

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