Happy Puppy, Anxious Mom

Happy Puppy, Anxious Mom

It was one of those cold (by California standards) grey afternoons when I went outside to bring in the dogs. My son’s puppy came immediately, with a goofy grin on his face and tongue hanging out of his mouth. “You’re going to feed me, right?” is the question he always...
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