Strange what "love" can do. I now run a taxi service about 3 or 4 times a week, picking Pete up before sundown after a visitation. They both come running up to me when I arrive and when I open up the box, they'll rub noses a couple of times and Pete goes into the box. Upon thinking it over, the August heat in the hay barn may have as much to do with the move as anything. She is reluctant to let anyone near the pups, but especially me, as every time I show up, I take Pete away.
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