To our mild surprise, Charlie survived puppyhood. He never really grew up though. Boxers don't. They are forever young dogs.
When Charlie was about three years old, we were offered Georgie, a little rescue girl. She had been owned by a motorcycle policeman. All her life, she hated men wearing flourescent jackets and most of all she hated men wearing flourescent jackets riding motorbikes.
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