“Every time the soul grows, the ego dies.” ~ Michael Meade
My boy was happy to be home but fell in love with aunties Jen and Abby Bartlett, who cared for him while I vacated to the wild west. We’ve decided play dates are a must, which would be cheaper than getting a second dog, or perhaps he will pout permanently until he is reunited with his chosen pack. No matter what, I was tickled to see him, and he was awfully sweet to me when I returned. I missed him.
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