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| Meet our furry torpedo. |
Our dog is frighteningly playful. Two years ago, when she was just a few months old my Mom babysat (dogsat?) her for a day. Mom later told me she was startled and rather frightened when this little furball darted here and there, and then flew headlong like a torpedo into Mom's legs. Mom thought,
Why is this dog attacking me? After a while we learned this is how our puppy plays. She's nuts. Yesterday we all agreed that when she's old and has lived a long and healthy life, she'll probably pass away from a happiness-induced heart attack. Her little gravestone will read,
She thrilled herself to death.
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Wonderful to have someone so happy around all the time.
I wish I had that energy!!
Is she a poodle doodle?
Close! :) She's a cockapoo. Her mum was a miniature poodle, and her dad was a cocker spaniel.