When my son came along—like me, an only child—it seemed cruel to deny him what I came to view as a nonoptional booster shot, a daily jolt of dog love that would supplement the parental variant, giving him another base of attachment in our tiny ecosystem of three.
Soon there were other Havanese puppies on the Brooklyn Promenade, some from the same Rhode Island breeder. Chicky's niece moved in with friends across the street, who named her Minerva. From the beginning, I feared the end.
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