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Mother barked at everyone who has walked by, she is a good watchdog.
Ugly enough i'll take him.
This is so exciting.
I was just sleeping in the back of the public house when my mother started to bark. I did not really care because when I was younger I barked at everyone, but then I realized that life is to short to bark at everyone who walks by.
I was getting adopted. I could not stop running in circles. For some reason we were heading out to the country. It seemed that the guy was very shy so I did not want to talk to him anymore because it would hurt him.
What is little old blacky doing here?
Every night the Shy guy would go through the window. I barked but he would wallop me. He was my owner so I had to stop barking. Every Time I would not bark he would give me a treat. However, I did not get it because he adopted me to be a watchdog but he would not let me bark.
Then one day he gave me away to a man close by. He said that I am a great watch dog. I had kind of missed him though. No matter how big and cool this new house was nothing would cheer me up.
I was stolling around the house when I heard a motorcycle. I heard the voice, It was FRED. This was his dad and he was staying for the night. I wished he could stay longer but his boss wanted him back next day. However, when it came night Fred took a gun up to his room because he was scared at night.
That night someone was coming through the window. The old man who adopted me, I smelt it. He hld a bag and collected things. I did not bark because I would scare the old man. Everyone loves Fred so I went upstairs and told Fred. He heard him so he came down. Poor old little man was frightened and ran away. I knew he could not run far. When Fred got him it did not seem that he liked him very much. Then cars came and the man went away.
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