Yesterday Dallas had a basketball tournament in Sweet Home. We left our house at 8:30am and thought we'd be home around 1:00. We were wrong. We finally got home at about 7:30pm. Our poor little Emmitt had been in his kennel for 11 hours. My guilt during the day was growing with each passing hour, and I was quite sure I would come home to a big mess in his little house. Needless to say our sweet little doggie, although lonely I'm sure, had not gone potty in his kennel. We have given him the title of "Best Dog Ever" for overcoming such abuse by his otherwise loving family. We have learned our lesson and will make sure he never has to endure such great trauma again! Sorry Emmitt, we love you.
And that is why you have Emmitt and not me! You are good dog owners!
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