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watching a puppy be a puppy

Our puppy never walks He runs, prances, dances, chases his tail His face conveys happiness every second His tongue hangs to his legs when he sleeps He gulps down water as if he has been in the Sahara for two years He does everything fast, and to the utmost With wide, exuberant enthusiasm It is a joy to watch my puppy be a puppy

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