OK, I'm not exactly sure what a canada is, but we went there. Dad had to tell a man where he was born. Nobody asked me. I guess canada doesn't care about dogs.
It's funny, we go on really long car rides and nobody asks Dad where he was born. This canada place is just down the street near the bark park but they ask you questions. I have to figure it out.
I got to play with canada puppies. They didn't care where I was born, either.
Dear canada..My name is Quincy. I was born in a shelter. Thanks for letting me visit.
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