Just then, the apartment door opened and I heard the sound of pattering feet before a dog popped its head around the corner. It was a beautiful golden retriever with bright eyes and a wagging tail. And he was wearing a service dog vest. “Oh, hello.” I said as the dog walked over to me and laid its head on my lap. “Where did you come from?” Matteo strode into the kitchen. “I see you’ve met Noodle.” I gave Matteo a bewildered expression. “Noodle?” “They said we couldn’t change his name,” he said, sounding put-out. “But he was the best they had. Passed all his tests.” I looked back down at
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