When I was a baby and during some of my Toddlerhood, I had a German Sheppard named Benny. He would let me ride on his back and was smart enough to let himself out for a walk during the winter. When I was 4 years old, he died of Hip Dysplacia. I vowed to become a Veterinarian Technition when I was old enough to learn of his death from my dad. I do not remember much from when we were together, but I do have pictures and hoe movies of him in my personal collection.
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