Roosevelt was a motorhome traveler in the 1990s. He went with us on all our travels, and loved it, of course. He learned to play on my sympathy when he was about 10 weeks old. He would fake a limp just for me, until the day he got caught. As I saw him walk normally, when he apparently didn't realize I was looking. I asked "Roosevelt, what are you doing? You're just fine." He never pretended to limp again. He was such a buddy and he taught me a few things about dogs.....
Roosevelt was a motorhome traveler in the 1990s. He went with us on all our travels, and loved it, of course. He learned to play on my sympathy when he was about 10 weeks old. He would fake a limp just for me, until the day he got caught. As I saw him walk normally, when he apparently didn't realize I was looking. I asked "Roosevelt, what are you doing? You're just fine." He never pretended to limp again. He was such a buddy and he taught me a few things about dogs.....
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