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About This Book
My dog, Cherie - or Cher, as she is lovingly referred by family members, is calculating and very patient. I've suffered Cher for years. We've been together from spinsterhood to grandchild to marriage. She loves my husband and my daughter. She adores my granddaughter. But she hates me. Maybe hate is too strong a word? Maybe it's jealousy or just plain old contempt?These are her tales (or my story about a roguish she-dog with a diva complex).
