Watson
“This is a definite, future champion,”
The breeder stated knowingly, as
He’d raised a few. So, we debated calling him
Sherlock, the royally-held-high detective of all
British literature. “See,” the breeder had added,
“His long ears, nearly touching down
To the ground! A standard for winning!”
But, what we saw in the small, perfectly shiny,
Entirely all-black ball, who lay in Jim’s...
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