I was 4 or maybe 5. My dad's dad always had dogs and thought a child needs a dog, so with my parents' permission, he bought me a puppy. Bootsie was a small mutt and one of the most neurotic dogs you'd ever met. We only had her a short while before my folks agreed to take her to a shelter. It took me several weeks to even notice she was gone, which shows how involved I was in her care. I'm sure if I ever got a dog, I'd figure it out (bff and my aunt would certainly help) but I'm more comfortable being owned by a cat.
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