Our previous neighbor had a dog named Molly. She was a yellow lab that looked almost exactly like Rocket. (In fact several times we would see her running through our front yard and think Rocket was out.) She was young and had not been fixed. Rocket, who had never been a digger before, suddenly kicked it into high gear. There were about 3 days in a row that he and Molly had been found "together" On one such occasion I found them more than a little together. However, we won't go there because I am still trying to block the visuals from my memory. Plus, it may have been the most challenging disucssion I've ever had with Trent. I really did my best not to lie, but frankly he wasn't ready for the truth.
Fast forward two months.......... we went over to the old house to do some pressure washing and found out that Rocket had been the proud father of 11 puppies. 8 of them survived and they all were light brown/yellow like he and Molly.
They had sold all but 3 of them. The kids had a blast playing with the puppies. Mia was content with petting them and letting them nibble the edge of her dress.
They had sold all but 3 of them. The kids had a blast playing with the puppies. Mia was content with petting them and letting them nibble the edge of her dress. 
Yes, of course they all wanted one. But the answer was a firm NO!
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