Harlow (the black puppy) was my daughters dog originally. The beige puppy is Polo, Harlow's brother, and belongs to my nieces who lives across the road from me. I never was a great dog lover but she's grown on me over the past month and a half. I find myself thinking about her more then my kids when I'm at school. I wonder if she is all tied up around a tree or stuck to something, maybe she's caught on a branch. Did she spill her water? Is she thirsty? Today she almost broke her chain to get to me as I got out of my car. I am surprised at myself for how much I care about her.
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