I have a dog. I have a guy's dog. My black Labrador retriever would be at home in any frat house. She's eight months old which means she's a little insane, but she'll calm down. And not two miles from my house is a scenic hilly 15 acre fenced dog park where I walk her around. There's always a breeze blowing, and you look out over corn fields and prairie plants and trees. Walking in the Wisconsin countryside with a breeze in your face and a dog leaping through the tall grass, really it's wonderful.If Mr. Butler wanted to visit, I'd let him come with me to walk my dog. She'd probably give him a big sloppy kiss. She's like that.
This is Nyx at 3 months.
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