reflection

My dog is not a terrible dog.

If I’m being honest, my dog is rather good. It pains me to admit this on days when he poops in the kitchen or pees on a rug — which he still occasionally does at 5 years old — but the fact is he’s a very good dog. I adopted him after my sister and her husband found him, his brother, and their mom running across a highway in Covington. The mom and brother came easily, grateful for their new care and shelter. My dog, in a sign of things…

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