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Don't even think about it.

1 year, 7 months

My stepson's dog, Diamond (RIP) who died of breast cancer this past summer. After a short ticking match between me and my wife, the one with the hand on Diamond, who intervened, put a stop to the fun. She thought I was hurting her Grandma. Then Linda (wife) sat down, stuck her tongue out at me, and told Diamond "it's okay, girl, we're only playing", she still kept an eye on me. That moment was worth a photo. What a wonderful, faithful,loyal, and loving dog she was. Never be another like her.