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Our imperfect world
Goldie, my five-year-old Catahoula mix puppy, and I were walking by a house with a van parked out front. A man
delivered something to the people within the house and drove away. When he finished his delivery, I saw the name emblazoned on the side of the van. It read, “Imperfect Van Service.” I waved at him to stop as he pulled up beside us with Goldie barking entirely too much, (very annoying). The young man rolled down his window, smiling at me. I said with some enthusiasm, “I ...