I was thinking about my childhood dog today. I was remembering this one summer when some chicks fell out of a nest in our garden, and Meg spent days just watching them. Initially, we all thought she was just observing them, until one afternoon we saw her with one in her mouth. She swallowed that chick whole while staring at me dead in the eyes.
She was a complicated dog. A point of psychological intrigue.
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