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My dog before last , may he always find his buried bones and a comfortable bed in the big kennel above, when I got out of the house, always came asking where I wanted him. A sign of the hand was enough. If I had nothing for him he was disappointed and the joy sloped down off him. But if I wanted him in a particular place, because I wanted to take the car or something else, he went there sparkling of fervor and quite proud.
There is a dalmatian down the road, young and kind. Beautiful moves, but that's all.
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