I had a dog named Zoe a long time ago. She was a mix of lab, collie and god-knows-what—a big, half-blind, neurotic dog who always lay right smack in the middle of the narrow hallway leading from the bathroom to my bedroom. Every night, to avoid tripping, I had to take a big step over her.
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About Author: Jasmine Rae Ojala
Jasmine Rae Ojala is a birth-rights activist, an ICAN subscriber and a student at Ancient Art Midwifery Institute. She lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband of four years, a son who was born by a caesarean in 2005 and a daughter who was born at home in 2007. She likes to read, write and sew in her spare time. You can find her blogging at http://shegothipslikecinderella.blogspot.com/.
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