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the blink of an eye
It happened in a blink, the way these things usually do.
We were babysitting Brett and Abby's puppy, our grandpup; a rascally, endearing, sixty-pound Sheepadoodle named Berkley.
They’re in love with that guy (we are too) and had trouble leaving him for the dog-free overnight they were embarking on.
Revelations From A Road Trip
"Did you leave yet?" I asked, frantic. "Please don't go! We've been robbed!"
The minute we saw that our window had been smashed and our car broken into, I called our son, who was in another vehicle with his sister (our daughter), his wife, and mother and father in-law, leaving from the same parking lot as us.