Rico444
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I love dogs so much. I grew up with dogs; my first was brought in by my dad's girlfriend at the time (now my stepmother); a black lab named Cinder. He was awesome. My three sisters and I lived with my mother, but we would get to spend time at my father's once a week or so. Mornings before he left for work, he would tell Cinder that the four of us were coming over. Cinder loved us, and when he would hear my dad coming home that evening, he would run to the garage door and sit there, waiting for us. One day, my father forgot to pick us up on the way home! He walked in the door, saw Cinder waiting there, realized his mistake and turned back around to get us. Cinder was a little anxious, but kept waiting in that spot until we got there. Loved that dog so much. It was heartbreaking saying goodbye to him in middle school.
My fiance and I live in an apartment with no pets right now; we're hoping to buy a house within the next 6 months or so. Luckily, she loves dogs almost as much as I do. So our first task will be to head down to the local shelter to find a new family member.
My fiance and I live in an apartment with no pets right now; we're hoping to buy a house within the next 6 months or so. Luckily, she loves dogs almost as much as I do. So our first task will be to head down to the local shelter to find a new family member.
