We have a nice dog in our family. She's my daughter Abby's girl...a black lab with blue eyes. She calls me the dog's grandmother. I don't know about that, this used to be our dog, our family dog. But when she grew up and moved out, Spunky went with her and became her dog. I think I should be the mother and she should be the sister like always. But life moves on! :) She certainly took a mother's size chunk of raising Spunk. She was a quiet dog from the shelter. Very shy so to bring her out we named her Spunky. It certainly worked.
Now my daughter lives in Duluth. I met her half way for lunch the other Friday and she brought the little sweetie. My daughter, Spunky and I. We had fun. I thought about this today and it made the feel better. As you can see -- it's nice being the grandmother of such a nice dog!
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