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My first puppy was a golden retriever, named Jella. She was damn smart, and arrogant. Every time she met another dog, the other dog had to be submissive or she'd open a can of whoop-ass. Damn, she was the best. She was very protective of me, and made me feel safe when I took her for walks at night. Her coat was soft and warm to hug and cry against when the teenage angst rocked the boat of life.
Good times, but a dog like that comes a man's way once in a lifetime.
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