I’m sure some days we forgot to feed him entirely. On days we took home dinner from McDonald’s we treated him to french fries. The food we fed him didn’t help he had meals of rice some days, baby food other days, sometimes kibble. The poor little dog was so confused by our curious house training philosophy that he relieved himself all over the apartment. We knew nothing about dogs except they needed to eat and be walked once a day. Unfortunately, my parents trusted my brother and I to take care of this dog without their intervention. Inside was a nest of newspaper shreds, and tucked right in the middle was that little dog we loved from the pet store. My brother and I jogged down the stairs of our apartment building and found a box in the backseat of my dad’s car. “Can you and your brother go get something in the car?” This was not an uncommon request my parents asked us to retrieve things for them all the time. A few weeks later, I woke up and found my parents in the kitchen making coffee.
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