As far as I can remember, my mother was scared, disdainful even of animals. On a Saturday of October 1978, I still don’t know how, my father and I have succeeded in convincing her to adopt a dog. My sister had one for a few days then and my brother was always hanging there, so we wanted to surprise him with a dog. I promised my mother that the dog would sleep in the basement (never went there by the way). His name, Copain, was chosen by my mother. He even slept with them at the foot of their bed!

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