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The last time I took my pup to the fairgrounds, he and I had a battle of wills. He was running loose, enjoying the spring smells and all seemed well. Then it was time to go home. I headed toward the . . . same gate we had entered, thinking he was following me. He wasn’t. I looked back and called him…
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