I grew up terrified of dogs. My mother always warned me to never go near a dog I didn’t know as it might bite me. My father, trying to make light of the situation, would tell me that I was being chased by a trained killer each time a friendly golden retreiver or harmless chihuaua would approach me. I would be so terrified that I never realized he was trying to help me with my fear until I was much older. I have now grown to lose most of my fear of dogs and even like them. So when my friend Bekah’s family got this new puppy, I begged her to bring him over our house so I could take some pics. How can you not love little Maddie . . .
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