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I got my first puppy from a breeder when I was 14. His name was Luke. His sister, Stacey, was givien to my other neighbor, who I disliked. I always kept my eye on Stacey because the owners were careless; they let her run around unattended, left her in the backyard, and never bothered to take her for walks. Once, I even saved Stacey from being dognapped from fellow people. As a reward, they gave me Stacey. They said they had all shots taken cared of, and not to worry, and that she was a naughty p...Read the full article