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Amber is the sweetest! Even puts up with our rambunctious German Shepherd. I had a lovely horse named Annie that, as my trainer put it, had only good things on her mind. So true! She especially loved kids and they could be jumping and screaming all around her and she never flinched or reacted. A true gem!

I would feel remiss if I didn’t mention a wonderful brown dog named Gracie who is coming to the end of her days. Sweet, enthusiastic, a great hiker. Great loving dog.

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Amber is wonderful and Gracie was one of a kind!

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Love how dogs express themselves. No holding back. Nothing repressed. They almost always lead with love. What a better world this would be if humans acted the same way. Well, at least we don't make others pick up our poop.

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Dogs are just the best and we're lucky to have them as our companions.

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A lovely essay, and a very loving (and charitable) remembrance of Matilda. She was equal parts sweet and crazy, but then, so were you, so the two of you got on great! I think she knew how much you loved her. As opposed to the mailman, who was convinced she wanted to kill him. Which, of course, she did. Why wouldn’t she, when he walked up to her house every day and shoved pieces of paper stuff through a slot right at her face level? And then there’s Amber. Having met, and fallen for her, I can honestly say, you haven’t exaggerated. I would take that dog to hospitals so sick kids could pet her. Even mail carriers love that dog.

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Matilda was wonderful and a great dog to make you appreciate how much easier other dogs are. Everyone should have a Matilda to make them appreciate the Sophies and Ambers of the world!

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Love this post! I think Eddie should read it…

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Hahahaha he is perfect and I won’t hear otherwise

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I had a wonderful dog once who would periodically bring me her ball and drop it at my feet. Then lightly bark until I noticed. Then I'd throw it and she'd bring it back and repeat. I ultimately realized she was training ME.

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