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Dad Wolfie -70# |
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Mom Jasmine - 90# |
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Rocky was supposed to be a Havapoo
March 2020
I’ve known for several years that a second dog in my and Deacon’s life could be a good thing. Or not. A very sweet lady in South Georgia, Melanie, breeds Havapoos, and I have been on her waiting list for over three years, waiting for the right dog at the right time. Small. Cute. Cuddly. Great playmate for Deacon.
I am considered vulnerable to Covid-19 and, isolated, the urge to get a puppy was irresistible. Saw an ad for an 8 week old German Shepherd Dog - I’ve always thought I’d have one. :). I broke isolation, met the guy on I75, paid him with my Havapoo money and a new chapter began!
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