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(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday: Meeting the Puppy Truck

 Last Friday, Reno returned to the campus of Guide Dogs for the Blind, and Drexel arrived to our home.


Drexel was the 1st puppy off the truck

 


Reno and Drexel meet

 



Thanks for the chance to raise sweet puppies.


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  1. What a wonderful thing you and your family are doing by raising these dogs. I don't think I could give one up after training! LOL Drexel looks like a real cutie. Have fun with him. May God bless you and your family.

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  2. It's amazing the impact these animals can have on our lives!

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  3. How wonderful that you raise these dogs! I could not give Drexel back he is too sweet looking..

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  4. Oh, Drexel is so cute! I love him already.

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  5. So cute! Nothing like a sweet puppy to put a smile on your face.

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  6. Oh my....makes me want another one!! So adorable!!

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  7. Oh wow your family is making a difference in the world for others. And what a lucky puppy to have such a wonderful start in life.
    Love Leanne

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  8. Oh those puppy faces! What you do is so wonderful but I don't know how you manage to let them go. I know it is the right thing to do but it has to just tug at your heart. At least you got a new fuzzy puppy to fill the gap! thanks for sharing them.

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  9. Wow what a great thing to do! And the fun and enjoyment of getting to raise a pup is wonderful. Thanks for linking with me :)

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