{"id":3276,"date":"2023-05-06T18:03:23","date_gmt":"2023-05-06T22:03:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nymysteries.com\/?p=3276"},"modified":"2023-05-06T18:03:26","modified_gmt":"2023-05-06T22:03:26","slug":"dogs-dogs-dogs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nymysteries.com\/?p=3276","title":{"rendered":"Dogs! Dogs! Dogs!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A friend adopted two delightful dogs three years go. I journeyed to the Bronx to see her wonderful new apartment and to meet Pepper and her sister dog whose name might be Chloe. My friend lives in a beautiful, gigantic, grand apartment building probably built in the early twentieth century (Just guessing!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Molly being admired by Pepper and Chloe<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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I was raised with collies. Old Lyme, Ct. was a combination of village and country. Your animals wandered around the countryside. Other neighbors’ animals wandered into your yard. There was a casual freedom the way dogs and cats were treated. They ate left overs and came and went through a small opening built in the screen door. By the way, I know where Lyme disease gets its name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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