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Last Notes

2024-11-21 16:37:02 CET

When I was born, my parents had a dog named Jamie, and Jamie took me on as a personal responsibility. When I got old enough to walk, if I went outside to play, Jamie would follow me the whole time. If I got near the edges of the yard, Jamie would grab my diaper and sit me on my butt, to let me know I wasn't allowed to leave the yard. She would also alert my parents if she thought I was getting into something, and they weren't paying enough attention. Later Jamie had one beautiful puppy we named JJ, and JJ thought that the diaper pulling was a hilarious game, and would chase me around the yard, and randomly sit me down, no matter where I was in the yard. Poor Jamie had to train both of us, she was such a sweet dog.
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