We don’t really have a dog at our house. I say not really because my aunt, who also lives here, does have a small, very old dog who lives in the basement and backyard. We don’t see her because she snaps at children, though my husband takes care of her when my aunt is away. Someday, when we do get a dog, we’ve talked about getting a nice, big family dog—like a golden retriever. I’ve always wanted one, and my daughter loves dogs. (My husband and I are cat people.)
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