Like Herman Melville’s Ishmael, it became a matter of concernment to Beau and me where we were to sleep on our first night in the Far Far North for we had, besides ourselves, two dogs and two cats. And not just any dogs and cats. These were the four we had visited every day for the last thirty days of their quarantine …
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