I may only be about 6 months old, but I’ve already mastered the art of being the goodest boy. I’m 42 pounds of happy energy, wrapped in a sleek brindle coat that turns heads everywhere I go. (Seriously—have you seen this fur? It’s like sunshine and shadows had a perfect baby.) I showed up at ...
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