Doc is such a smart boy. He tore a hole in his chest a couple days ago & when we noticed it my husband & I discussed the fact that it needed stitches. 20 minutes later I went out to start the truck & Doc was right there beside me waiting to get in, like he knew what we said. He never tries to get in the truck unless invited, & I never said a word to him about going. Usually he just stands there on the deck looking sad. We think he was injured on a stick buried in the snow as he runs everywhere he goes. I really think he understood us & knew he needed help.

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