f how high I built it, he would somehow find a way past it. I learned that if I didn't let him out every hour, I could plan on scrubbing the floor. I learned that the only time I could find to sleep was the only time he wanted to use my nose to teeth on. He learned that my favorite possessions were his favorite chew toys. I began to worry I had made a mistake. I should have known better than to get a dog, of all things. A living, breathing, pooping animal -had I lost my mind? I decided to drive back to Fred Meyers to see if anyone there knew who the couple was that sold the puppies. It was a small town, after all, and I thought for sure someone would know a way to get in touch with them, so I could return my mistake. I pulled in the parking lot, but couldn't force myself to get out of my car. I just couldn't bear the thought of returning him at that moment. Something about that do
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