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The Old Puppy

My Avery (my first born) is eleven. He’s an old man with a white furry face. He’s slowed down quite a bit and has lost some weight and spunk. My husband and I keep saying, “this might be his last summer.” Well he showed us up today in the backyard. He had a ball playing in the slip n’ slide with the kids. It was like he was a puppy again. My four boys…

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