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And now I am pleased to finally be able to answer the requests that have been pouring in from across the globe.

It’s time for an interview with Wendy, the dog and animal.

Question 1: Where exactly did you come from?

Answer: Thank you for this delightful and intriguing query, and let’s delve straight in to really savor this. My ancestor and great-great-grandmother Molly Entendre Moira Louisa Peppercorn-Darling first immigrated to this country in 1902 from Scotland, where she worked as a wrangler of shetland ponies. I was born in 2011 and was soon enveloped in the glorious partnership of Margot Brooks and Alex Eaton and have resided and lived in the green mountain state to this day.

Question 2: Wendy! What a flavorful name. How did you come by it?

Answer: I am named for the brilliant playwright Wendy Wasserstein, whose work and ease with life I adore and aspire to.

Question 3: Neat! Have you anything to say about your large ears and otherwise strange resemblance to the infamous water rat, another animal, when wet?

Answer: Well, all I can say on that score is that I am blessed with an acute sense of hearing and a slender tail. I have never met a water rat.

Well, Wendy you are truly a credit to us all and thank you ever so for this small FAQ, we are all much obliged!

Thank you Jill, my grandmother and devoted friend! I’ll be over for a snack at 5 or so, please have the ducks ready for their chase.   


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Darby and Paul and I have such times together!

Darby is distinguished and busy most of the time, and keeps Paul in check. Paul is running and rolling all the time, and wags his tail in Darby’s face when he wants to have some excitement.

You can see their differences. Darby is a classical english gentleman, and would look dashing in a black top hat and a red bow tie. Paul would look dashing in maroon, I think, but he is not an english gentleman.

Sometimes Paul and Darby and I have picnics, or climb trees, or slide down slides, or chase the birds out of the bushes. At night before dinner, Darby and Paul usually have rumbles. They roll around and snap at each other, and I have to be head referee, although I join in or even start things going on occasion. Sometimes we have secret meetings, about what I cannot say.

Paul plays with his food at dinnertime and tosses it around in the air, but Darby musters through his stoically. Once Darby leapt off the porch roof in the wintertime and landed as if he had not just jumped 15 feet. Paul has never had an adventure as large as that one. Once Darby and Paul trapped a raccoon up the willow tree, and once they almost caught a black cat. Darby tries to catch sparks from sparklers, has very sharp eyes, so he is always the look out in various endeavors. They are wonderful explorers and are probably my best pals.

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