Claren likes most other dogs, except for Kenny, the puppy we live with, and this weekend convinced me that I will not get another dog till Claren is no longer around.
My sister's family went away for the weekend, so it was just me and the dogs. Yes, and Mom and Dad to care for us all, but I was often alone with the dogs. Claren was more hang-dog than usual, acting pathetic when I played with Kenny.
A service-dog friend has been trying to persuade me to get another dog while Claren is around. Our dog was relieved, she says, which proves that dogs are as different from each other as people.
I am sure I am not ready for another dog, not yet. Claren's patheticness gives me another excuse.
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