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Her ears are both up, she's losing her milk fat, and her coat is reddening up.
Before you know it, she'll quit standing in her water bowl and chewing on our toes, and she'll be old and mellow and well-behaved.
I can't take it. My baby is growing up. She is already 63 weeks old in dog weeks. Sniff.
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