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When I was a kid we had a big black dog, part lab, part german sheperd and part great dane. Was the dog I grew up with all thru elementry school. My dad named him Strider.
I used to read laying down in the back yard resting my head on him just laying out in the sun.
He had all these tunnels thru the various plants in the backyard that made great hiding spots, for hide and go seek or hiding from my mom.
he was a great dog, lots of great memories.
Now My puppy dog, 8yr old Siberian Husky... shes quite a character... her name is Sierra. Shes really smart, not hard to train, just hard to convince her to do the tricks later... if she doesnt want to she wont do them.
used to take her running with the cross country team in highschool, she loved that.
one time we were in the pool at my parents house and shes running around the edge and she decides she wants to join us, but shes not a big fan of water. so she jumped onto the little raft that was in the water by the edge of the pool. As soon as she jumped in and it floated away from the edge she started crying, It was so funny, I had to go rescue her.
and its always really funny when you give her a bath because she goes from looking really fat to looking really skinny, all that hair really makes her look a lot heavier!
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~Clatto Verata Nicto
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