The Tale Of The Yelapa Dog
I hate dogs. There, I said it. I don’t find them cute, I hate when they lick you after licking their nether regions all day, and I hate that people buy them clothes. Or at least I did before our encounter with her. It was on a peaceful mid-morning stroll down a quiet beach trail that we first met Maria. We didn’t call her that then – for now she was just stray dog number #127 in this sleepy little beach town. But it wasn’t long before we realized she wasn’t like the other neighborhood canines. We didn’t know exactly [...]
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