There’s more to Flyball than winning Medals πŸ˜

So this weekend we headed off to a Flyball Comp hosted by the Dukes Flyball team. And we were camping Friday and Saturday night. Perhaps I should just mention this blog is again Snark free and may contain tears 😭

We headed down late on Friday night and after we all whizzed through putting up the tents I took River in for her tea. She settled in straight away on my bed πŸ™„πŸ™„

I could hear everybody talking outside but chose to stay in with my girl and we bedded down for the night. I wanted to keep her as chilled as possible. So i fired off a quick text to explain why I wasn’t joining everyone. We didn’t sleep to well always the way when you go camping especially on the first night.

As it was forecast to be hot racing started early. I asked river if she was ready ready ready and the pic above says it all. Once she had woken up she was up for it.

While we waited rivers friend primrose came to visit. These two are beautiful friends and seeing them together this weekend has melted my heart. When your dog is reactive any friend they make is special and meaningful.

Racing started nice and early. River ran as start dog. Something we’ve only done a couple of times before but it works for her, because by the time I’ve retrieved her it’s time for her to race again. She coped with a jump collapsing on her and several restarts. By the time racing was done I was very very proud.

To make things even more emotional for the first time ever we sat in amongst the team. It was amazing. My girl sat next to dogs she’s previously been reactive towards.

After racing we had a rest and then went to presentation. Again a first for river. She was bribed with some yummy fishy treats which we won for taking part. And a whole magnum Ice cream (no chocolate) Again she behaved impeccably.

After the presentation I went and sat in a quiet corner and had a good cry. Tears of Happiness. We sat in companionship with our team mates and their dogs as the evening wore on. A relaxed and tired river.

We went to bed early. River flaked out on her bed and I fell asleep too. We both slept really well. As the early hours drew in a little body crept in and cuddled up to her mum.

We woke and headed out for the loo (river not me) we saw some of our teamies out for a walk. After sharing a bacon Batch together we relaxed for the rest of the day. River and primrose enjoyed each other’s company and everyone tried to keep cool.

After heading out to presentation we headed home.

No rosette for us this time around but this weekend was probably one of the most important weekends of our flyball career. I pushed my little girl and she responded by upping her game. She sat next to a flyball race that we weren’t competing in and didn’t bark once. And yesterday my clever little sausage glanced at dogs and then looked at me for treats instead of barking. I don’t care if it takes us five years to reach open sanctioned competition. I just want her to be happy and not stressed. I’m beginning to see that this is now possible. We’ve worked so hard to show her there’s nothing to fear.


High cross Steam Fair 17/06/18 Flyball Competition – Spending time with my dad.

First of all a happy Fathers day to All Flyball dad’s. Mine came to watch me flyball today.

Today’s post is a little different, there will be less Snark 🐊🐊 because I was a little gem πŸ…

So this morning everyone gets up early. I toddle downstairs with mum and curl up in a sleeping bag that mum is waiting to wash. Dad asked me if I wanted to go flyball, I just looked at him with a sleepy look and went back to sleep. I was a good girl and didn’t bark when mum and dad started putting things in bags.

We drove to a strange place lots of dogs πŸ• yep flyball, but they had these weird things that produce steam. Mum and dad were complaining that my “Bum smelt” yeah right of course my butt smells of Roses πŸ’β˜’β˜’

Mum and dad then spent the next hour getting me in and out of the car saying “come on girlie do a poo for mummy” I was there when she announced to the whole team I had been and waving two smelly bags around 🀫🀫 mum PLEASE.

So I came and sat with mum for a bit. She normally does this in short bursts so that I stay nice and calm before race time. BUT because I was such a good girl I got to sit out with mum instead of listening to dad snoring in the car 🀩🀩 lots of nice smells around.

I did sing the song of my people as you can see in the picture above. But I handled being around so many dogs very very well.

So then we raced. I did try and escape. Introduce myself to the other team and see if their lane was better by running up it. But I was also a little superstar. I ran up got my ball, went back to mum and didn’t hardly get any lights. Mum was really really happy and I got to keep racing loads. I think I only got one light.

Then mum took me to see my dad. He bent down gave me a huge cuddle and a cheeky bit of burger. I was a happy girl.

After a rest and a cuddle and a sleep with my dad. Mum came back with a toy and my dad and I played with it. Silly daddy bit his tongue though.

I went back to Race again. I cheered my team on as I was having a race out. This time when I raced there was a really nice smell at the box so I decided to stop and sniff instead of grab and run.

Then it was all over and mum was taking my harness off. She told me that we had come fourth. BUT that our team had run a personal best. Under thirty seconds. Wow no wonder I was so tired. My friends and I have run our paws off.

We drove home and now I’m a sleepy puppy on the sofa. I had a really good day today. I enjoyed my daddy time. And I didn’t have to sit out so many races because I couldn’t focus.

Fleabert (or an angel clone of her πŸ’πŸ’)

Another year. Another Anniversary. Same old pain – Four years on from an Ectopic Pregnancy.

My posts are normally quite upbeat however sadly this one is different. I’m kinda laying my soul bare. Not for sympathy but to help in the fight to raise awareness of just how devastating an Ectopic Pregnancy is and how it can affect you emotionally.

My ectopic came after a miscarriage in 2011. I was devastated. It took me three years to get pregnant again. I was at the end of my relationship and I was waiting for him to move out. I was sat on the stairs at home and felt a sharp stabbing pain in my stomach. I went to the toilet and I was bleeding.

I was petrified. I had read about implantation bleeding and thought perhaps that was what was happening. I went to see my doctor and was sent immediately to the hospital. I had a scan and was diagnosed as having an Ectopic Pregnancy. I was devastated.

I stayed in hospital over the weekend, I felt that I wasn’t treated very well, and certainly not like a mother who had been told the worst News in the world. My HCG levels began to decrease so I was released and had to go back daily for blood tests.

A few days later I had the beginnings of what I thought was a miscarriage. I had been told by the hospital this would happen naturally. I began the grieving process. During one of my daily blood tests I was told that my HCG levels had begun to rise again. I was offered either a methotrexate injection or surgery. I opted for surgery. I knew that tube was damaged anyways I asked for them to remove it.

So finally I went home. I was on my own. With a child. And I didn’t do too well after that. In November that year I had a nervous breakdown. I was going to end my life. I had a massive fight.

I named both of my pregnancies. They have girls names. Poppy was the child I miscarried at home on my own on my bed. And Morrigan was my ectopic. I worked on the understanding that until a certain point a child is female.

I fought my way back from the dispair that I was in and the following year I ran a 5k run to raise money for the Ectopic Pregnancy Trust. I had used their forum and hopefully my story is still on there.

Please have a look at the website. Especially if your of child bearing age. This could save yours or someone else’s life.

So every year I’ve battled on….

I felt that everyone around me was of the opinion that it was an early pregnancy so therefore it was insignificant and that everyone is afraid to talk about it with me. I tell people that I’m a mom of three. I carried those three lives in my body I have the right to claim them.

The second feeling was that at least I had my son. Like that I should just be grateful that I have one child. While that’s true I am very lucky to have him. He should be running around after two siblings. He isn’t.

Just recently I found the courage to burn all the paperwork I had relating to my ectopic. I felt the time was right.

But then I began to wonder about certain things. This may sound morbid but I wondered what they had done with my Morrigan. Was she formed? What happened to her after the surgery? How far along was I? So I called the hospital and asked to see what information they had.

I guess this is another step towards healing. It’s been a long painful road. I’ve met several ectopic warriors

along the way and gained a massive respect for Charlotte Crosby who is a patron of the EPT.

If your reading this and you’ve been in my shoes I’m reaching out of this blog post to give you a massive hug. If your on Facebook and want some support please search for this page;

There is also a private group. Which is a safe space to help you work through your feelings and to talk to people who are all dealing with their losses.

Raising awareness about ectopic pregnancy can save lives and help open up access to support networks. Ones I wish I had at the time.

They say time is a healer and that’s true to a certain point. The pain is always there. When I see scan pictures on Facebook or baby bumps it still hits me like a sledgehammer right in the heart. I’ve come to accept that the pain will always be there it’s how I deal with it that counts.

Much love

Anne Marie Chinn πŸ–€πŸ’œ



Earls Barton Mad Mutts Flyball competition, a tale of burger vans, new tuggy and Asbo mayhem.

So this morning mom got up with the alarm she usually gets up with dad aka as far too early. I thought we would go back to bed but no mum started getting dressed so I sulked. Then she started packing my flyball gear then she started asking if I wanted to go and do flyball and I gave her a sleepy wag.

So we leave the house to meet Auntie Fi, I hadn’t had enough sleep and mom hadn’t had enough coffee so we were both quiet. I could hear my friends barking in the van but I was too tired to chat back.

After a while we arrived at this place, omg SHEEP. the smells. Mum took me to Ferns van and I went into the crate to rest up a girl likes her sleep you know 😏 and Fern is a fantastic napping partner.

After a top notch nap mum came and took me for a walk, there were lots of dogs and I could see they were racing. Mum did some training with me and I was a nice calm girl. I’m still not totally comfortable around so many dogs but when the dogs appeared so did food so all good. I enjoyed all the smells around the place, filled my nose with all sorts of smells. Would you believe I met a pig? 🐷🐷 well sort of mum wouldn’t let me go close but I saw it from a distance.

So I went back to the van for another nap. Mum came and took me for another walk but wow this time she gave me a fluffy tuggy. Yes!!!! Happy river. Mum twirled the tuggy so much that she made herself dizzy 😜😜. We went and sat by the ring and although I did shout a bit me and mom handled things like a team πŸ™ŒπŸ™Œ

So finally we got race πŸŽπŸ…I went out of the ring to do a Zoomie. Forgot I needed to up and get my ball, And went up and barked at the other dogs. Mom trod on my paw. But I did an awesome run back and slammed straight on my new tuggie. At the end of the first session I took myself out of the ring for a drink I was too hot. Mom made me walk through a puddle of water but I was cross with her for splashing my belly 😑😑.

My friend jade sometimes leaves the ring to go and find the burger van. But I was lucky I got to lie in the shade AND smell all the yummy smells like bacon and sausage πŸ₯–πŸ₯¨πŸ– and keep cool bonus.

I spent some time under the picnic table with my mate Dotty after mum got under the table with me to show me what to do. She had to wriggle out pretty quickly when it was time to race again 😏😏 honestly humans!

After our first set of races I was tired and went back for a snooze on the cool mat and a nice long drink. The humans sat around talking and had lunch. I could hear them laughing and talking. After a break we raced again. This was when I messed around a little but there were other dogs to bark at. Then racing was over and the humans went off to congratulate each other I mean really us dogs did all the running.

I was so tired after such a long day I fell asleep in the van on the way home. I was very happy to see my sister and still had enough energy to Zoomie around the garden. When can we go and flyball again mum.

River 🐾🐾

Banbury cross Starters Competition – Commentary from River.

After a fairly late drive down to Banbury in the pouring rain. A team effort pitching our tent. Thank you Hayley and Fiona πŸ’œ and a fairly decent nights sleep. My sister and I have to stage a jailbreak at least once in a camping trip (mom = πŸ™„πŸ™„), So we went to announce our arrival to the locals across the way. Thanks again Fiona for catching the big one #heartinmouthmoment. Racing was delayed until 10am, which was fine because I’m not a morning person and got to have extra cuddles in bed.

We went to stand with our team. I decided to shout at the dogs in the ring. Dogs who were passing. Pretty much everyone. Mom kept walking away and making me look at her. Heard her telling dad I have a beautiful watch. Actually I will do anything for that beautiful liver cake. The minute she switches to normal treats it’s game over. That watch command mom sorry but no chance.

So then we raced, well I’m not used to so much space. And there’s other dogs in the other side. I wanted to go and meet them. And I wanted to do zoomies. Unfortunately mom got wise to this and stationed people at all the exits, what’s a girl to do? I would try and fly at them but then threw myself on the ground in a dive that would make a footballer proud. One race mom tries to send me up to Fiona but one of my friends had dropped her ball so I just took and run off.

Mom took me away to the tent. Dried me off and then I had a cuddle with dad. Then it was time to go again. Moms body language was a bit more relaxed when we came out. She was playing tuggy with me and laughing.

We had three more races and mom was screaming her head off and running away really fast. In my last race mom was really happy as I brought my ball all the way back.

I went back to our tent and had a big sleep with dad (dad did a lot of sleeping on Saturday) I thought it was rude not to keep him company. Mom disappeared for a while she came back and started making all those noises she makes when I’ve done something really good. She pinned this orange thing to my flyball harness gave me a kiss and then told me what a clever girl I am. She told me to go and show my dad. He then made all of those happy noises too.

We then packed up our tent and went home. I was fine with that their bed is way more comfortable than the one we sleep on while we are camping. Mom gave me some of that orange gunk in my tea last night, this morning She’s going on about how glad she is that I’m not stiff or anything. Mom would also like to thank the ladies who guarded the road to freedom. Personally I wanted to do zoomies so I wasn’t happy 😏😏.

So a quiet day it is today I’ve earnt it.


Fleabert aka River πŸΎπŸ’πŸΆ

Fleabert loves to Flyball. (Although she fits right into Keresley K9 asbo team)

An off hand comment from one of River’s foster moms’ about her being suited to Flyball has come to fruition this weekend as River competed for the first time with the Keresley K9 starter team.

We knew through the wonderful Sioux at Suki’s canine Rescue, of a local flyball team called the Keresley K9’s. After chatting with Fiona for a while I decided that River needed some more basic training. My work schedule didn’t allow for me to commit regularly to training and the time wasn’t right.

When River was two I again approached Fiona and she told me that the K9’s were on the move to a new training ground. So after Xmas she could go and try out.

We have never looked back…..

River loved her first training session!!!! If she hadn’t we would never have gone back. But we did. Again and Again and Again.

Doing flyball with a reactive dog can be a challenge some days. But the benefits she gets from flyball outweigh absolutely everything. After this weekend I have to admit that I am a total Flyball addict. It’s as good as jumping off a sky diving platform and the adrenaline rush was amazing.

We have been training with Keresley since January but only really on a consistent basis since March.

In that time my girlie has socialised with other dogs. River has made new dog friends. She’s found a new Zoomie partner in Primrose and also learnt that being separated from the German Shepard who helped raise her isn’t such a bad thing at all. From my perspective I’ve gained a family. we belong πŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’š

Best of all she gets some mummy time with me πŸ–€ it’s hard being a dog mom or dad who works away. You miss them like crazy. Sundays are mom and river time.

I am lucky I guess my girlie has taken to Flyball like a duck to water. I couldn’t be prouder of her.

This weekend we competed at Banbury cross starters competition. After splitting the entry fee fairly between those of us competing we grabbed our camping gear and set off with our dogs. I was always a little nervous. River was an unknown quantity in this team and despite reassurances I was worried about what might happen.

It was wet and cold. River didn’t show the form she had In training but can I really blame her for that. The simple answer is no! She went off to do zoomies, she went to visit the other team (heart in mouth moment) and then in the last run it all clicked. She sprang up the jumps, got her ball, ran back and produced her best run of the competition.

Fourth Place in our Division.

But is it really about winning rosettes? Let’s face it they are nice. We are proud of all of our team who all did their part and made it happen.

It’s about the dogs doing a sport they love and having fun.

So we are Keresley K9’s for life. We love the sport and we would also like to thank Fiona and Val for their quick thinking and creative training ways that make each session fun and entertaining.

From my perspective I’m a socially awkward person, who doesn’t find dealing with people easy (a bit of a laugh when you know what job I do). I am so grateful for your support when my dog is being a reactive pain in the ass or when she gets a light in competition. I am grateful to be accepted for what I am and i am grateful that my girl loves to Flyball.

Next competition at the end of May I’m ready ready ready!!! River is always ready. I’m stoked and excited. We are the Keresley Asbos!!!!! And we Zoomie loud and proud.

Rivers take on our previous competition is on a separate post.


Flyball Fidge

An open Letter to the Ceo of Battersea dogs home

Dear Ms Horton, 

I read your article in the Huffington post with a sinking heart and to be frank felt that it was incredibly biased.

If you had actually spoken to a reputable rescue, and asked how we actually do things and then informed your readers on what to look for, your article would have not looked like an attempt to stitch up those of us who do things the right way.

So let me introduce you to my little Spanish girl, top dog in the picture. She along with her brother was dumped into a plastic bag and left to die. She was rescued by one of our supporters and brought into rescue. She was given all the vaccinations we give ENGLISH DOGS, microchipped to the rescue, given a pet passport, and two rabies vaccinations. They are also tested for Mediterranean diseases and Leishmaniasis.

She travelled back to the UK, with her hero my other half, before this could happen she was cleared to travel by a vet. Our rescue sends dogs overseas using reputable transport companies via the Traces system. How do I know this, every one of our dogs I casework is issued one of these I deal with them on a daily basis. 

I found this picture online and to me it says it all. This is why I do overseas rescue. My inbox is full of happy adopters who are giving a second chance to one of our dogs. But let me tell you rescue is a blessing, I feel honoured to be involved but some days it’s downright soul destroying.  When the week hasnt even begun properly and we have had litters of puppies left in the sun to die, or a pregnant bitch that is very very thin and due to give birth, or someone happens across an ex hunting dog that has been hung from a tree to die. And this is never ending it’s all day everyday. We had to say that we could not take anymore dogs in, when was the last time battersea did that? 

I’m not denying that people do what you have said in your article, not in the slightest, they do it in the UK too, that latest fashionable cross of two breeds bred in someones house for a few hundred quid, without proper vaccinations or vet checks dies or ends up with lifelong illnesses. But people need to do their own research on organisations and people they choose to adopt from and make sure rescue back up is offered.  Just as people should research the breeds they are looking to adopt, do their homework on training and socialisation and actually make time for their pet and not expect a rescue dog to arrive with no issues and perfectly well trained.

Rescue is hard enough Ms Horton, especially for those of us who don’t have Paul o grady at our facility helping to rehome our dogs. Perhaps you could come out to Spain and see what we do? Volunteer in our kennels for a week. Surely the dogs come first? 

Kind regards

Anne Marie Chinn.

I Appear Missing, Now!

Hello readers πŸ€— it’s been a while since I wrote a post and you may be wondering what the title of this one is all about πŸ€”. 

I appear missing is the title of one of my favourite Queens of the stone age songs and just recently it seems to sum up my life “shock me awake” please don’t sue my josh for using your lyrics πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ but this is literally what happened to me. 

I will explain.  I’ve gotten into a bit of a rut recently, I’ve been coming home from work and either going back to bed, or sitting for the day curled up with my dogs ignoring the world. I’m present in my life physically, but not emotionally.  I’ve checked out.  “A spitting image of me, except for a heart shaped hole where the hope runs out” a tad over dramatic but it does emphasise my point.

I came to the realisation that I needed to get back into the world I’d wanted to escape for a while.  If your an empath and your reading this perhaps you can relate. I needed to just be by myself, lock off from the emotions and energy around me.  I liked it and I stayed there.  I got to the point where I only dealt with my family, and people at work.  But the problem with that is that I became more and more miserable, and as daft as it sounds I just stayed in that hole “watching the hope run out”.  Not good ☹

So then I began mind set coaching, and I began to focus on myself. I joined a group of divas and began to feel less like a robot. 

I realised that I had lost my path and when my familiar disappeared and was tempted away by tuna that I needed to make a change.  I suspected that the goddess was telling me that I had lost my way 😟.

I set up a ritual, said my invocation three times.  I knew she would listen she knows I don’t invoke lighty.  I wrote a letter asking for her help, and set to Scrying for my wayward cat.  Three days later I was walking the neighbourhood and stumbled upon a neighbour who had been feeding her.  I took my girl home and grounded her skinny butt.

I had realised while she was away that her wildness complemented my calmness.  Something that only came into being the further onto my reiki journey I went.  I have changed so much since my attunements that’s a subject for another blog post.

I decided to once again try and find some people who follow my goddess the Morrigan and low and behold I found two. One is dedicated to 31 days of activity, to better understand our Lady and also to show her some love 😍 I’ve never formally dealt with my lady it’s more like banter and it means a lot to me. One deep and meaningful meditation later, a chance to thank my lady for the safe return of the tabby squiff bag and I feel like I can take on the world.  She stayed with me!!!!

So the next thing was to tackle this issue of not going out, I wasn’t agoraphobic I just didn’t want to do it. As the weather has been totally tropical I decided to measure how much I got out by how tanned I get. Slightly vain at face value.  But if I don’t go out I don’t get tanned.  I decided I was going to journal also and brought a fabulous new journal.  My first words so to journal.  

I’ve always felt the need to write, to process my experiences, and In the last few days I’ve written some poetry which I havent done for so long. I’ve been out with my dogs in the woods, I’ve started casework again, I’ve been out on homechecks, I’ve even made new friends. 

Next step is to get my business up and running again and get this NVQ done and dusted. Start working with my crystals again.  I recently started carrying a pretty blue tigers eye I brought for my Scrying ritual, I’ve dedicated it to my goddess. It feels good to be carrying them again, I’m the girl that went to a job interview with every crystal she owned and then fell cut my knees really badly and still got the job πŸ˜†.

If your reading this and you feel the way I have and your doing the things I was doing.  It isn’t to late to get out of that funk.  Put that loud dancy music on, go out for a walk and admire the beauty around you.  I am promising myself that I wont deny the spiritual side of myself again, this is non negotiable. 

 I am promising myself that I won’t overdo the me time and become a hermit again, and I am promising myself that I will do what feeds and nourishes my soul.  

What will you promise yourself today? 
Ciao Fidge

(Learning to walk again πŸ˜†πŸ˜†)

I spoilt my puppy Shame on me!Β 

First off this is my first blog post of the new year so happy new year to you πŸ˜ƒ.

So in August we adopted a 7 month old puppy from Spain.  We had met her and fallen in love and looking back it was a rush decision.  To give a little background on our bundle of Joy her name is River.  She is a pointer mix. She was rescued by a lovely lady from a building site in some pretty nasty circumstances related to plastic bags (I’m sure you get the picture). 

I have always adopted rescue dogs that are older.  It’s lovely to see an oldie running around like a youngster, so taking on a pup was a first for me.  Our little girl has a very strong personality and could see sucker written all over our faces. She was uncouth, unmannered, unwalkable and wild as a wolf.

She chewed everything in sight even her big sisters face 😲.

One day I was doing some charity work and met a lady I had been trying to contact for some time as her facebook page had said she did puppy classes. We talked through Rivers issue’s and then she said to me it sounds like she”s bored.  I admitted that she had not long come out of season and had not been out much due to her behaviour.  My angel of training asked me to commit to at least half an hours walk plus training and scent games.

The following day I was out with kyla my German shepard.  And I came across my angel of training walking her dog and a clients dog.  We walked and talked mainly about River fishtailing on the lead. She showed me an hour long walk I could do with the girls and put me onto a product called the k9 bridle.  I had been considering a halti but in the future I will be using one of these.  All of a sudden I had a dog I could walk!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍.

We started doing that walk every single day.  Some days I would think I really don’t want to do this today but I would push myself to do it.  With the k9 bridle and lots of training in place River changed. She was a happy little soul, and with lots of treats floating around willing to do most things.

The thing is I used to complain that I didn’t get to spend enough time in the woods being a pagan that was my place.  Now I spend upto two hours everyday out in the company of my girls. And the best thing is they get time alone with me.  Kyla is working her recall skills, with mixed results especially when squirrels are around.

River Is learning to walk nicely on a lead, enjoying meeting new dogs and making friends, and she is learning to chase squirrel’s πŸ˜‚ she also enjoys all the smells and sounds in the woods.

As for me I’m a lot more relaxed now. After the walk is done the girls are tired and happy and I can get on and do what it is I need to do.  I am meeting new people every day and making four legged friends.  This is heaven for someone who loves dogs.

I’m learning how to cope with both girls out together.  It can be a little stressful but having brought a 10m lead for river will mean that she can play with her friends and work on her recall until it’s safe to let her off.

I feel guilty though I stopped walking my dogs as I didn’t feel I could handle them but I loved them enough to seek advice and to try different things.  It’s a great feeling as an owner to have the tools to be able to be in control.  I used to panic when river used to fishtail near the road scared she would pull out of her harness and get hurt.  Now she sits and waits until it’s time to go.  Looking back it seems so simple but when your stressed and your puppy is running round the bedroom at four in the morning I guess it’s difficult to think rationaly.

Looking back we spoilt her.  We showered her with love and kisses, but you know the saying spare the rod and spoil the child.  I believe it’s the same with dogs.  She’s still spoilt she gets lots of treats.  Frozen kongs full of yummy goodies. She deserves all that and more but I think we let our hearts rule our heads a bit.  Every child needs discipline as well as love.

Next stop working that nose of hers.we know of a lady who makes scent kits and I cant wait to get madam one. 

Ciao Fidge

(Enjoying puppy time πŸ™„)

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