Lulu, The Maltipoo (part 1)


“My daughter wanted a dog for years.

It started when she was around nine.

She would make presentations and contracts of how things would be with her taking care of the dog.

It would be great.

One day when she was about twelve, I started to convince my husband that getting a dog was a good idea.

He said, I don’t want a dog, but if we get a dog, I want a big one.

I said, if you don’t want a dog, you don’t get to pick what kind of dog–you don’t want.”

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