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Sunday, April 8, 2007
We barely finished giving our permission to touch when eight little hands mobbed our foster dog in a Berkeley parking lot this weekend. It was like witnessing the ecstatic revelry of a junior rave....Little Man was thrilled to be sucked into a sea of pink and treated like a rock star by four cooing, love sick fans.
These are those blessed moments we live for. No need to dissect breed myths or explain breed traits; we get to shut our trap, stand back and enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.
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