Reaching the recent milestone of Duncan’s first Gotchaversary has had me reflecting on what a special boy he is. He was the last pup my mom and I conspired for. He screamed bloody murder the night he came home because I accidentally spooked him in the dark and then peed on me/my bed because he couldn’t be bothered to move from my side. Flash forward 1 year later and he still is reluctant to let me out of his sight. He has, however, nearly completed his therapy training and stolen my heart in a way even I never thought possible in a house with multiple dogs. He literally holds my hand and keeps me moving. He has never failed to make me smile during what could otherwise easily be labeled my worst year ever and I’m so fortunate to call him mine... even if he is a total doofus.
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