I’m feeling just a little nostalgic and needed to share. Kodie is 3.5 years old. And for 3.5 years, after a nice walk in a field or a long hike, we’d sit under a shade tree and rest. I’d give her a scratch and say, “Kodie, I wish you could be my dog.”
And now, I can’t believe it… she’s really my dog.
(Sorry for the sappiness. I’ll try to keep it to a minimum.)
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