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A Mother’s Love

Nature doesn't give a damn, she will sign off on a mom dog ripping open her puppy's belly sucked up its insides like it was chili topping on one of those hotdogs, you’d buy from a street vendor downtown, and. Sweet little Fannie 'the wife’s pooch', was that mother from hell. Devouring her first and only litter of three the day of their birth, but. God bless the wife. She still smacks on her lips and tells her, she loves her. Like she tells our children, our disappointments each time they come by for a visit.

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