When I was eight years old, my parents adopted a puppy for me from our local humane society. Being an incredibly creative kid, I named her “Puppy.” She was a Boston Terrier/Beagle mix with a lot of attitude and even more energy. Within the first few weeks, she was with us, we decided that she needed to learn some manners. My parents signed me up to take her for dog training.
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