"That's a sad story Mr. Wilson."
"It's okay, I want to know."
"She lives on a farm with lots of other moms."
"Is she okay?"
"We really don't know."
"Can we visit the farm? I bet it's nice there, with rivers and fields and birds and squirrells."
"Kind of like that old pal."
"I hope she's happy."
"Me too."
She's not happy. She lives in a puppy mill, churning out litter after litter so that people can buy her pups. Nobody touches her, nobody talks to her, nobody takes her for walks, nobody loves her, nobody is wishing her a Happy Mother's Day.
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