Walking down the street each day is sort of like walking through a pet store. There are always puppies, kittens, baby goats, or little chicks! Playing with the street-side baby animals is kind of like eating cookie dough--you know you technically shouldn't, but that doesn't stop you. The dog I'm holding was the puppy of a domesticated dog. The puppy's name is Koco, and she belongs to my downstairs neighbor. It is the best thing in the world to come home to a baby puppy each night after a long day of work.
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