Robert Iulo

Duke

My father whistled and said, “Here, Boy.” I thought he was calling me. As I went to him, a Boxer puppy ran between my legs, and we both fell in a tangle of limbs. That’s how Duke and I met. I was four years old, and he was eight weeks…

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