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My Sheltie


I remember that afternoon The wind was rather cold I saw her for the first time She was just a few weeks old My sweet little puppy The smallest of the bunch The most perfect one of all I knelt down to pet her Her soft pink tongue flicked out She licked my finger I smiled to myself She was certainly the one Now she’s all grown up But still as cute as ever I love her all the more She’s my tiny little Pepper
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buphotogirl
This one is more tutsi-frutsi than the rest. It's about my dog.

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