When I used to live with my cousin in seventh grade we used to have a dog named Lucy. Every time I came home from school she would run to me and lay down so that I can pet her belly. Lucy is very intelligent, I would be sitting in the living room and I would go feed her. She wouldn’t eat until I told her to go and eat. In other words, I would feed her and she would follow me back to where I was. So I had to tell her “Lucy go eat your food.” And she would actually go and eat her food, when I told her to. If I would be sad Lucy would come to my room and lay down on my bed with me. [By the way Lucy is potty trained.] She would look at me with her eyes as she was sad with me. Lucy is such a good friend.
I love the picture of the dog, keap up the plogging.
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