My garden remains destroyed and plastic toys vanish – but it’s like having children: freedom ripped away and replaced by love

It happened accidentally: viewing a litter of golden retrievers, in a moment of weakness, we took two instead of the one puppy we’d promised our kids.

No. We didn’t “take two”. What happened was: after our teenager had chosen his pup, Earl, I cracked, and took another I named Monty.

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