My dog and I each have old fears that trigger quickly when the rain falls. I don’t know the source of her fears; they were already fully formed when she came to us as a young, abandoned dog. For that matter, I don’t entirely know the source of my own angst, but it seems to match hers well enough.
Three mornings past, we had a long, cold rainstorm, the …
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