When I at age 28 first saw Peanut in his 4-week-old litter, one of his brothers shied away but he came up to me and bit my finger. I knew then he was the one I wanted to call mine. With his small size, I could hold him in one hand. At age 8 weeks, on our drive from his birthplace in Prescott, Arizona, he was afraid and curled in my lap, shivering
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