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Our first dog was more of a momma's dog, but my OWN first puppy was for christmas when I was 12. His name was Samson or Sammy as I called him, and he was a tan cocker spaniel. That dog never left my side, and wouldn't eat when I left on trips over the summer. That guy chewed through just about everything in the puppy stage, including live wires and cords, and never got any shocks at all. He passed away three years ago in May.
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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