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| The little bundle of poo |
My Spanish mom gave the dog to her daughter. She said he would be happier there because she had a lot of land where he could run and play (and poop, instead of in front of my door). I guess it is better for him, since I'm sure he didn't enjoy sitting in the house all day waiting for one of us to come back. I have to say I do miss the little bundle of poo. He wasn't the world's best puppy, but he was the only puppy I've ever had. Even when he tried to eat my hands or when he left stinky packages in front of my door, I knew he didn't mean anything by it. Oh well, I guess he's happier now... and I don't have to worry about slipping in puppy tinkle and breaking a leg.
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