It Began With A Four-Legged Stranger

I remember the first time I got a dog when I was only eight years old. He was a white, half-labrador and half-aspin, and I got him after my mother got wary of me taking care of various animals that included spiders in matchboxes, pink-colored baby chicks (that I actually managed to grow into, albeit stunted, chickens), lovebirds, a pair of doves, rabbits, goldfishes, and at one point, a turtle. For several years I couldn’t get a dog or a cat, and I didn’t know why. Until one day, my uncle’s dog gave birth to a litter of puppies and I finally convinced my mother to adopt one of them for me. He was my very first dog, and I

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