Just over a month ago, I adopted my first dog. This was something I planned on doing once living out in the world, and especially with a job that affords me the flexibility to keep an eye on a new pup. We prepared with everything—toys, poop bags, treats, etc. and etc., and yet nothing really prepares you for the fact that this isn’t some automaton; they’re a being with urges and desires that sometimes run antithetical to your own at certain points, and that requires a good deal of patience.
Beyond The Boxscore
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