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Hey guys!

At some point this week I realised how blessed I am by having a pet. I have a dog, named Koen, and he always seems to cheer me up or make me less stressful. I don't know how pets do it, but petting them or even walking them makes my mind clear and makes me happy.

I'm not going to lie to you, sometimes I regret having a dog for a split second, like when Koen just keeps barking or when I have to walk him, but it rains really hard or it is freezing cold, or that rare occasion that we have an accident and I end up having a wound. But then I remember how much I love my dog and how many times he makes me happy and that regret disappears right away.

For the ones of you who wonder what kind of dog I have, I have a Beauceron, or French Shepherd. My dog is a sweetheart, but he can be pretty stubborn, which means he can be very determined to get what he wants. And we might have spoiled him a lot, which means he prefers to have a little bit of milk in his water and he doesn't like his dry food unless it has whether olive oil or gravy in it. But don't worry, we don't always give him what he wants.

I have had my dog for about three years now and I couldn't picture my life without him anymore, but I guess it's like that with all bit changes. I mean, I also can't picture my mum and dad together anymore, even though they only divorced when I was ten. But I am thankful for all those changes, because without those changes, I wouldn't be who I am today, and I like who I am!

It is funny how a dog can get how you feel just by being in the same room with you, and always knows what to do with that mood. And it works the same way around. I know how my dog feels and can sometimes even predict what he's going to do. I know what could possibly scare my dog or make him angry and I know what my dog likes to do or when he wants to cuddle. I guess it is a sixth sense every dog/pet owner has.

So, do you have any pets? And if you have, what kind of pets?
Bye!

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