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Foley Monster, Pocket and River Song

He is going to be an excellent big brother to the baby

Granny Annie

Wishing you and yours the happiest Holiday Season. Love Granny Annie


Aww, what a lovely story. I'm a sucker for a happy ending and this is a very happy ending.

Have a fabulous day. ♥

Melissa K. Clinton

When our daughter-in-law was pregnant, their Lab began to cuddle and lay her head on our DIL's tummy. It was something she had never done before. They know!


Of course they can smell changes in hormones, they know something is different.


I think dogs know...ever so much more than we can begin to understand!

Monika & Sam

Too sweet.


ah man...that's so sweet..

Jodi Stone

I've heard stories of people who struggled with fertility only to adopt a baby and then become pregnant. IMO the reasoning is the pressure is now off. I'd reckon that having Apollo in the home helped them relax...same outcome different addition. :-)


We had the opposite situation. We got our first dog together in September and I conceived in October. We were using birth control at the time, but welcomed our little surprise.

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