The dog stood guard in front of her doghouse, growling at the mere smell of the humans nearby. She sniffed some more and realized one human was approaching, and quickly. She barked and growled further, but the human stepped up in front of her and put his hands on his hips.
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This collar has seen some things. It’s been taken for walks, scuffed against nails, rolled in dirt, and buried in the back of a closet for five years when the puppy it belonged to outgrew it. Today it’s being given to a new dog. An older dog. A dog with character.
The new dog deserves to have a nice collar. The collar knows this. It’s prepared to try its best. The people who take care of the dogs wash the collar and polish it up.
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The dog darted frantically around Aaron’s feet, bounding back and forth, jumping up on its hind legs, and smacking its tail into his legs. Every move was accompanied by a droopy, drool caked grin. Aaron loved playing with happy dogs, but something about this one seemed… off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was different about the dog, but he pushed that feeling to the back of his head and continued to play with it. Read more ›