Day 1: A puppy dog
I have
wanted a dog since I was about 11. The thought of a little furry creature
following me around and having adventures makes me happier than I thought it
would. Because I still live with my parents, they never were really into the
whole dog thing until recently—probably because their excuse that I’m not
responsible enough isn’t valid. Now that I'm moving out in a few months, John and I
decided to start looking for a dog. My little furry best friend is romping
around somewhere.
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