As a kid, I wanted a brother more than anything. Possibly because I had a younger sister. We're tighter than tight now, and have been since our teens, but in our younger years, although we would bond during such things as family vacations, on a day to day basis we typically bickered and sniped at one another far more often than we got along. I thought a big brother (who would of course always take MY side in any dispute) would be just perfect. Alas, that was the one thing my amazing parents really couldn't give me, but I still thought even a younger brother would be great value. Unfortunately, I never got one, although I had some male cousins who stood in rather nicely in a pinch.
Then, ten years ago, long past my mother's child-bearing years, in fact, I finally got my brother!
The fact that he was small, white, and furry, and a Bichon Frise rather than a human, didn't seem to matter much ...
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