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Remeber that one time that I went to the store to get a toy for Nanna and the SPCA was there with puppies and they told me that this little white and brown spotted puppy was going to be put to sleep if nobody adopted him today? And even after they tricked me into holding him and I cried a little bit, they told me he wouldn't grow to be more than 40 pounds, tops?

Yeah, I remember that, too.

Ozzy's the kind of dog who likes people. I mean, reeeeeeeally likes people. He hasn't been alone since June 20, 2005. When is is alone, he eats things. Kennels. Doorknobs. Doors. Walls. He's also the kind of 65 pound lap dog who takes up more than half of a full sized bed. We refer to this as the expand-o-pup technique. He's also the kind of dog who is so damn handsome and has such soulful eyes that you just can't stay mad at him—no matter how much you want to. And believe me, you want to.

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