The puppy, who we are tentatively calling Molly, had her check-up today. She only whimpered when her dignity was insulted and waited politely until the examination was finished before she made a giant puddle on the vet’s floor. Except for her immature genitals and the vet casually saying “this is gonna be a biiiig dog” all is well with Molly.
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Big dogs in big families. Sounds like alot of work to me!