It's Monday, July 13th, and I'm running around my birth home.
I think some of my brothers and sisters are still outside. I think something's up. I'm usually not allowed to just hang out in the house. Wait. I hear a knock at the door. I'm going to hide until I'm introduced. Two people walk in, a girl and guy. They seem pleasant enough. I hear them called Marc and Barbara. Hmmmph. I play shy. Barbara sits down on the floor to meet me. She seems to know what she's doing. She holds out her hand, palm down and let's me sniff at it. I like the smell, but still hang out with my human birth mom. Now, the guy, Marc, is sitting on the floor. They're talking about how cute I am. I guess I am. I'm a puppy, and this is my story.
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