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I wasn't planning on it. It just sorta happened.
Helena got a job working at a vet clinic a while back, and one of the vets brought in this stray dog he'd found while running a marathon (I guess that is what animal doctors do as opposed to playing golf. They run marathons.)
Fast forward about a month and nobody had adopted poor Vinnie yet (that's the name one of the vet techs had given him.) This clinic is a great place and they try to adopt out all the animals they can, but the sad reality is that they usually end up putting down the majority of the strays after a few weeks.
So anyway, it was time to shoot everyone full of murder again at the clinic and my wife was far too attached to Vinnie to let him die.
Badabing, badaboom, bada-FOURHUNDREDDOLLARPETDEPOSIT, alaka-TWOHUNDREDMOREONSHOTSANDNEUTERING, we've got a new member of the Talbot family.
5:07
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