I can kinda see how the kid thing happens. You and your wife are living happily ever after when all of the sudden the belts pop a couple out and the gloyds follow suit. Then you and your "happily ever after" find yourselves at the smiths thinking of names for their new little buddle of joy. All this too say we want a dog.
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i guess I have trouble with my t(w)(o)o's
dogs are excellent. i love my dog, she's rad, she was cheap, and she gets along well with others. that said, be warned. make your dog a small one, though you only work until noon, right? you've got great places for walking and fribee tossing. they are a damn handful, though. a damn handful.
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