My daughter, Janine, is holding her sweet Annabelle. This little ball of fluff with floppy puppy ears, comes with a sweet personality and a wolfie smell. At least I imagine that's what wolves smell like, I've never actually sniffed one. It's a wild sort of scent and it doesn't mix very well with a queasy stomach. Believe me I know! I've had the flu. One whiff of wolfie and I lose my cookies.
Annabelle knows how to sit and lay on command now. She's learning how to walk on a leash, how to potty outside, and to understand what the command come means. She's a joy, but a lot of work for Janine. Luckily, Janine doesn't mind the work. Having Annabelle is a dream come true for her. She's wanted a dog since she was a toddler. Back then she pulled a rock around pretending it was a puppy. It actually looked sort of pathetic. Like we were torturing the poor child by tying a rope to a rock and saying There. Be happy. That's as close as you're going to get to a doggie.
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