Caleb can find a friendly canine anywhere.
He loves dogs.
We've taught Rae to ask permission before touching a dog, but with Caleb we have to beat him to it and hurry and ask the owner before he gets there. The black dog here played fetch with Caleb for a long while. Caleb was sad to leave. The dog might've been, too.
One day, he met five dogs in half an hour at the park. He was busy.
We saw Caleb walking away from the playground and Jim ran to catch him (it was a huge playground and there was a Persian festival going on, so lots and lots of people, dogs, and children were around), only to find him petting another friendly, shaggy pooch, almost as big as him.
That's my baby! The dog whisperer.
And, no, I am not getting a dog for a long time.
I have boys.
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