So it began; I had made up my mind; I was going to find a Portuguese Water Dog puppy. Never mind that they were harder than the old adage "hen's teeth" to find being that there were only several litters a year and around 200 in the USA; never mind that my curmudgeony (but really down deep inside sweet) landlord only allowed cats. I would find one. But I wasn't about to tell him ahead of time.
It was summer, and I had a share in a shore house so I decided to find a job waitressing that would keep me on the beach all day and earning money in the evening to be stashed away -- saved for my new puppy. Puppy! Just the word excited me.
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