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Mingo, my 14-year-old chihuahua, he doesn’t know when it’s a holiday.
He just knows a good-smelling box arrived and I’m taking too long to open it. But once us crazy dog people go off the deep end, otherwise sensible adults spend money like we’re winning an adorable game of Monopoly.
As the unofficial dog person at Post Wanted, I’ve lived the whole arc: from puppies to raising three senior rescues at once. So when I say most dog gifts are junk, I’m not being a snob. The great ones get used every…
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