One day last summer, while sitting... in the veterinarian's waiting room, Ian had noticed a particularly sweet-faced golden retriever. "Nice dog," he had told the owner, and the owner–a middle-aged woman–had smiled and said, "Yes, I've had a good number in my day, but this one: this is the dog of my life. You know how that is?"
He knew, all right.
-from Saint Maybe by Anne Tyler
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