It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming...
Who Knows How Long He Was By Himself For. We Found Him On The Bank Sitting.In The Water And When We Got Over To Him He Ran Off Into Some Brush And Was Covered In Ants Once We Could Finally Get Him.
I feel sorry for your carpet if you have him inside. Looks like a pretty pup.
No Worries. We're In A Camper. No Carpet Is In Any Danger. He's Already Been Out And Peed Twice Now Since We've Been Taking Care Of Him. I'm Sure He'll Need To Shit About Three This Morning Like All Puppies.
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