The best of friends
Feb 02, 2021
2 minutes
WORDS: ANNA MATHESON, LUCY NOTARANTONIO.
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Carefully lifting the baby seat from the car, I cooed at my cute newborn son, Morgan. ‘Come and meet your baby brother!’ I called, and out of the house thundered my 11st great Dane, Jaxon, and schnauzer, Teddy. Then they screeched to a halt and followed at my heels as I carried baby Morgan inside.
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