Dogs, Dogs, Dogs. I stood on my porch 8 years ago with two mixed breed puppies. I wasn’t sure how She Who Shall Not Be Named
would react. Baby animals are irresistible. Holding them up together had the desired effect.
grew up with dogs as working, outside critters. Training the puppies to do their thing outside was the first thing that steam-rolled into her mind. Myriad other details were important, including who’s going to tend these cuties when we are out of town?
But neither of us thought of our responsibility to license the puppies once they reached six months old. Within two weeks, I had already learned that two puppies equal double trouble. I found a friend whose son was in the hospital and needed cheering up. Later I learned that the pup I gave him had dug holes in their yard deep enough to bury a Mac Truck.
Our little Dolly didn’t dig and she loves us unconditionally. We feed her top notch food; have her groomed four times a year and she controls both our lives. In return she wags her tail and leaves little “toosie rolls” on the back lawn.
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