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My girls were probably around 12 and 18 when we got our boxer. I heard a lot of the "We'll take care of him, I promise daddy." My wife did her homework, found a breeder, took him to training, but I had my doubts about how long the attention to the dog would last and had my backyard fenced in, so even if they didn't walk the dog they could let him out to run around and I'd deal with the piles when I got to them. I gave up asking for help cleaning up the yard long ago. There would be no problem if I asked one of them to sit on the couch with the dog draped across her legs rubbing his chest. I don't regret getting a dog at all except when he snorts in my face. When I get home from work we go outback throw the soccer ball around for a while and he listens to me bitch about stuff.
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