• seth@lemmy.world
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      2 months ago

      It was this way with our family dog growing up, that we got when I was maybe 5 or 6. Dad finally acquiesced begrudgingly after years of my older siblings wearing him down, and we got the last of a family friend’s dog’s puppies. Other than a few irregular chores the rest of us had of cleaning up after her, he ended up doing all the hard work of training her and making sure she was cared for properly. He had had dogs when he was younger and I think knowing how difficult the eventual loss is, is what kept us from getting one earlier. We all loved that dog but his actions showed he did the most.