“Were you born in a field?” she says when I leave the door open a bit so I can lay down and guard the threshold as a dog is supposed to. It isn’t my fault you two legses are practically furless and feel the cold so easily! And anyway, I consider that remark to be close to insensitive. I almost was born in a field.
You all know that I was a rescue pup, right? That they found my father guarding my mother in a field in Ireland? She was already full of pups when they found them…but no-one knows why two pure-bred dogs were out there and homeless… whether they had run away together or had been dumped.
Mum and Dad
Passing over what they may have gone through to get that far, it turned out to be quite a romance, ’cause they were different breeds and made us…
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