November 5, 2013
It was still dark outside. The dial on the alarm clock on my nightstand showed it wasn’t yet 6 a.m. I could hear that familiar sound, a tiny dachshund making whining sounds and shaking his little body. It was Riley doing his morning routine that means his “grandma” had to get up.
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