We went to the Humane Society looking for Bert. Mom went inside while Dad took me to the dog park they have there. These two wanted a piece of me. Lucky for them Dad had me on a leash. Then we went to the section for small dogs. There was an old lady in there with a Bichon named "Fluffy". Jeez. Let me run with the big dogs!
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we never go to the small dog park because I tend to tackle small dogs. I don't bite them or anything, I just like to roll them around like soccer balls. mom said thats bad...who knew?
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