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Puppy for Christmas!
“I’m getting you a pet for Christmas,” Scott said.
I was over-the-moon. A puppy! Puppy breath! The sweet wagging tail! The 2 am awakenings in the freezing temperatures for house training…but still: Puppy!
On Christmas morning, we lingered over pastry and coffee, opening presents. I was mystified by the quietest puppy in the history of puppydom.
Grinning, Scott left the room.
Here it comes. I was squealing inside wondering what breed it would be, not that it mattered.
He returned with a hairy creature crawling on his forearm.
“A Chilean Rose Hair tarantula.”
“Of course, it is.”
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