Canine Comprehension

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  • September 1, 2016
  • by Jacki Skole
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I’ve long believed that Galen understands me when I speak to her. If she didn’t, would she drag herself out of her crate and run upstairs to my daughters’ rooms to wake them each morning upon hearing me call out, “Galen, it’s time to wake the girls?” Would she, when standing in the garage, meet…

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