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About a quarter of a century ago, we had a dog. She was a big, black bitch. We named her Blanche, and in hindsight I sometimes think we created cognitive dissonance in her mind, causing her to be a bit confused. She looked pretty menacing, and sounded likewise. Her bark was sharp, deep and loud, and she would bark at anything within her field of vision. But we knew she adhered strictly to the 13th-century French...
