When I was a puppy, I hated tennis balls. They tasted like brussel sprouts. And fetching . . . that was a mindless sport. But now it's incredible fun.
Dad bought me a ChuckIt! last night, and I already need a new tennis ball. He said I'm finally becoming a dog and that he is so happy.
What does he mean by that?
O.
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"Properly trained, a man can be dog's best friend."
- Corey Ford
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