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Being a Big Dog in a Big City, Addy gets a wide variety of reactions when we are out and about.  It’s usually fear.  Mostly people try to disguise it, usually pretending there is a reason to suddenly cross the street.  However, sometimes, it’s blatantly obvious. Several years ago I worked for a shall-not-to-be-named coffee company.  During … Continue reading Memoirs of a Princess Pupcicle: Sweet Jesus!