If we were having coffee I'd tell you I'm starting over again, brick by tiny brick. This last year has been a difficult one for both of us: we've had to weather some extreme storms and it feels like we're only just now coming out the other side, but not altogether unscathed.
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Before my parents had Rory and Cassie, there was Rocky. He was a Collie cross Terrier (we thought) and, as kids, our first dog growing up. He saw me through high school and college before I moved away to London to go to university.
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Many an evening growing up was spent watching the 1967 Disney animation of the same name. There was magic in the creatures cavorting across the screen and the songs were unforgettable. It was with some trepidation then that I watched the 2016 reboot, however I could not have been more pleased.
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I don't think my family read the blog but this is now common knowledge to immediate family anyway. I'm sharing it because as a society we don't talk about these things nearly enough. I don't intend embarrassment or shame, and there really shouldn't be any. Either way, whoever reads this, please tread softly out of respect for those concerned.
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