At 14, I joined the ranks of the Viennese pet-owning public when – for a brief stint of six weeks – I adopted an adorable short-haired black and white puppy named Kuro. My after-school bike rides through the Prater were replaced with frenzied dog walks and many repetitions of the words “Sitz!” “Fuss!” and “Aus!” […]
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