The December before my parents got divorced, they adopted a puppy. Dekker was my Christmas present, and I couldn’t have been happier. I wanted him to sleep in bed with me, but he was too small to go up the stairs. My parents didn’t want him on the furniture, so I slept on the living room floor to be with him overnight. As his puppiness progressed, he went from being a tiny and quiet ball of fur to an active and destructive young lad. In the Spring, he dug and chewed the linoleum floor in the kitchen. “We might not […]
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