I am not a dog person. My family did not have pets when I was growing up, so I never got into the rhythm of having a furry creature around. And then there was the time when I was five years old or so and Targa, the German Shepard that belonged to the family who lived behind us, bit me on the ass. I didn’t require stitches or anything, but the experience…
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