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I loved Duncan and I loved being his mother but I wasn’t sure I was prepared to be only his mother. Before we were even married, when Russell and I had gotten our dog, Humbert, I had walked him early one morning, and as I stood on a line for coffee, someone had offered him a dog treat. “I always ask the mommy first,” she said, looking at him expectantly. “Oh, I’m not his mother,” I said, “I’m just his…friend,” and she looked at me with complete contempt. “You’re his mother,” she had scolded, “Poor dog.
