Saturday, December 1, 2012

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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