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[willrememberthat]

[This evening, Clem is outside, a small puppy on the end of a pink leash beside her. It currently seems to be happier rolling around in the grass rather than listening to the little girl trying to get it to do a trick.]

Sit. Siiiiiit. See, like this. [She tries to push the puppy's rump down, but it thinks it's playtime and rolls around some more. It gets Clem to laugh.]

No, no... [Sigh.] Okay, maybe we'll play for a little bit. It's time for a break, anyway.

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[willrememberthat]

Libby. I like that name. Did you name her?

[scaler]

Eh, sort of. Mom came up with a bunch and I picked the one I liked.

[The smile fades a little as she remembers. That was something she agonized over, naming the dog. It feels like remembering someone else.]

[willrememberthat]

[Clem notices that.]

Me and my dad always wanted a dog, but my mom's allergic. So I only had a hamster.

[scaler]

Hey, hamsters are good, too.

[She gives Copper one last pat and then pushes herself back up to standing.]

They're a lot less work, that's for sure. And pretty cute on their own to boot.

[willrememberthat]

Yeah. Mine escaped a lot, though. He ate a whole box of cookies...

[scaler]

[That gets a short laugh out of her.]

Smart hamster. Let's hope this one isn't quite on his level.

[willrememberthat]

I'm sure he'll get smarter.

... he rolled off the bed this morning, though.

[scaler]

Don't worry, he'll learn that one real quick. Even dumb puppies know that hitting the floor first thing in the morning isn't fun.

[willrememberthat]

I hope so... he cried a little. It was really sad.

[scaler]

Wouldn't be able to tell, looking at him now. He's tough. You look after him and he'll be alright.