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Greta was in utter joy to finally be walking a dog of her own. The puppy was her newest little baby and she was strolling with him by the beach in Birdridge Bay, where she lived. And as fun as she was, Greta was a hot mess, all over the place.
In the past, her interactions with dogs had been one of very little. She never had one of her own. Her boyfriends would have it sometime, or brief roommates for when she was traveling the world. But she never had dog duties like feeding and walking and playing and petting, at least not all together. It was overwhelming with puppies, but truly so much fun. Minnie, as she had named her pup, was the most happy and excited dog, barking and running around, sniffling everything. It was joyous, really, made Greta laugh so much. But she was a handful.
Just as she was picking after the dog, Minnie ran around her, tangling her leash all around Greta's legs, making her almost lose her balance. "Oh, dear God!" She gasped right on time as she tried to hold the dog and tie up the plastic bag just as a stranger passed by. "I promise it's not always like this."
