While I was away it became clear that my wife had been visiting these puppies in person. Shortly after my return, she persuades me that I also need to pay a visit.
I would periodically send my wife photos I thought illustrated some poignant or absurd aspect of mortality... And after an acknowledgment and a pause each time, I would receive a picture of a puppy in return.
This pedigree fox red labrador was locked in the kitchen because it was on heat, she told my sons. But then a neighbour's terrier got in through the cat flap.
I indicate that my presence should not be taken as any kind of validation of this project, which has already moved past the point of no return in my absence.
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