Raisin the Dog!

Say hello to my little friend.

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I found a little dog on the outskirts of Fabens, Texas on the morning of May 22nd, and I decided that she would be my birthday present. She was small, dark, and dehydrated, so I called her Raisin. Upon further reflection, I named her Raisin d'Etre, a pun on 'raison d'etre,' a reason for being here.

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Raisin is little and very cute. She chases butterflies and barks at antelope and beetles. When I caught a butterfly in my hands and let it out in front of her, Raisin wagged her tail. In the morning, Raisin wakes me up by licking me, and I like to think she's excited about the day, though she's probably just hungry.
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Raisin is headstrong and likes to get her way, but we are learning about one another. This is a tough hike for her, and she gets worn out pretty quickly (Although on some milder days, she's surprised me with how much she's walked. Her one-day record is around 19 miles!). In the short time we've been together, she's grown on me, perhaps me on her too.
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Enjoy the pictures.
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Until next time...