Chico hated her for depriving him.
She said it was for 'his own good' - How?
He was miserable and would look at her dolefully.
He tried ignoring her, even crying, but she wouldn't give in.
After many months he got used to it and now he was a happy
lightweight, lithe, labrador who could run.
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