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“You can’t call a dog Kitty!”
“Bea can name it anything she wants, Junie. Her toy, her choice,” Louis spoke gently to their eleven year old daughter.
“He was my Mr. Dog first!” Juniper huffed.
“Yes, but,” Harry jumped in, diffusing the situation. “You decided to get rid of Mr. Dog. Beatrice decided to adopt him. He’s hers to do with as she pleases.”
Louis looked to the stuffed corduroy dog in question, wrapped tightly in their six year old’s arms. Junie hopped off her stool, taking the brown paw in her hand.
“Welcome to the family, Kitty the Dog.”
