What a dog
My dog, my dog is friend beyond all comprehend. Without her wet nose and soft fur I would be at a loss. No matter where I go, she's always right there beside me. Is there anyone else in this dry and deserted world that would be of any comfort to me? No one else but my dog, my dog. Whether I need her body heat to keep me warm at night or her jovial spirit to keep me living the days out, my dear Izzy would never disappoint me. For who is a man with his dog, his dog.
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