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"Yeah." She stated. "I never had good parental figures. Not until your parents let me move in." |
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Dylan kissed her cheek. "Well, you'll always have my parents," he smiled gently at her. |
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"Um, question. I have a friend housing my dogs, but she's moving to college dorms. Do you mind if I bring my dogs over? They're fully trained, and they sometimes stay at the barn with my horses." She asked. "But they're pretty big dogs." |
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Dylan smiled and nodded, "of course you can," |
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"They're mainly used for when I do ranch work. It's a German Shepard, Cane Corso, Daniff, and Belgian Malinois." She stated. "I had a Doberman, and Rottweiler, but they died a few years ago." |
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Dylan nodded and smiled. "Yeah, of course they can come live with us," |
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"Your family isn't allergic to dogs, right?" She asked. |
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"Nope, we've had dogs before. Our golden retriever, Daisy just passed right before I met you," |
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"Damn, I'm sorry." She stated. |
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Dylan smiled a little. "It's okay, she had a good life. She made it to 19," |
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