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| My Mom and Dad with their dog, Suzy, circa 1950. |
Wolfgang was perfect in my eyes; slightly apprehensive around strangers and loving around family. He would accompany my little brother, a toddler at the time, as he wandered around in the grass and among the bushes in our big back yard of rolling hills. He was my brother’s unofficial guard dog — and he did it instinctively.
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Owning a pet, however, can be quite a responsibility — depending on what kind of pet you choose; ...
