In 1990, my golden retreiver died, and our little daschund Bridget was an only dog. That was fine for six months or so, until she started to dig holes to get under the fence so she could get out when the neighbourhod children came home from school; we realised that we needed to get her a friend. We thought of getting a small middle aged dog, but
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