Doris in the yard just outside our apartment.
Doris the dog
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Doris at my fathers place. Around nine weeks old.
Me holding Doris, she’s allready starting to get heavy. Around nine weeks here.
Doris and her siblings, the day we took her from the breeder. She’s the one looking up at you.
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