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My Dog, Jake

Jake's as purty as a Boston terrier can be. Grinning and jumping each time he sees me. He’s happy to be fed and he dearly loves to fetch. We use a little stuffed bear when we play catch. I got him as a puppy and instantly could tell He was a dog I would love and never ever sell. He chewed on the corners of furniture and stuff. He loves to play “tug of war” because we played so rough Now he’s almost six years old, my friend Jake He never fails to greet me, my day he does make A good dog and companion for the whole family. “Feed Jake” if I can’t, is my heart-felt plea.

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Date: 3/18/2009 10:27:00 AM
Anita, it's me again, Ernilando. I am a dog lover too. I have a poem discribing my dog, he is a member of our family. I like your poem. Ernilando
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