On the morning of my 13th birthday August 18 1998, my family piled into the car and set out in search of our new dog. We arrived at the breeder's home to 8 bouncing yellow lab puppies, 4 boys, and 4 girls. The breeder loaded the boys up onto the bed of his truck so we could get a better look. How do you pick the right dog out of the group of
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There are few things worse than puppy suffering... I'm sorry, honey. Kisses to Hillbear.
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I will be thinking of you pooch! Please love, get better!!
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I'm wishing all the best for Hillbear.
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