Click, click, click, her tiny feet patter behind me. She watches every move of my hand, waiting for the liver treat to miraculously appear in my fingers.
Her adoption bio should be easy to write: New home MUST have treats. The end.
My Shadow
Abby, the mama foster dog is starting to spend more time away from her puppies. She is following me. Everywhere.
Click, click, click, her tiny feet patter behind me. She watches every move of my hand, waiting for the liver treat to miraculously appear in my fingers.
Her adoption bio should be easy to write: New home MUST have treats. The end.
Click, click, click, her tiny feet patter behind me. She watches every move of my hand, waiting for the liver treat to miraculously appear in my fingers.
Her adoption bio should be easy to write: New home MUST have treats. The end.
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