“You are so tiny!” I looked into her soft brown eyes and couldn't resist picking her up. She nestled into my neck and I knew we belonged together.
I also knew that my big eleven-year-old Doberman, Babe, considered herself Top Dog and it wasn't going to be easy to bring this little terror home.
“How am I going to tell her about you?' I asked looking into those soft eyes again.
I knew it wasn't going to be easy but it had to be done. Babe would be gone soon and a puppy would help with the pain.
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