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Dough DogAugust 12, 2009 Susanna was playing with a big ball, only it was not a real ball because it was not round and it smelled like cookies. She was pushing it and punching it. Then she went to the big white cold air box to get something. I took a bite of the ball. It was good! It tasted like cookies with raisins in them! Then Susanna turned around. Uh-oh. She said, "No no no no no! You cannot eat my dough!" I had to go in my crate. She pretended she was mad and she did not look at me. I looked very sad. She still did not look at me. I kept looking very sad. Finally she peeked at me and then she started laughing. (Laughing is like woo-woo-wooing.) She said, "You are a very sneaky puppy," and she let me out of my crate. If I had a brother or sister, they could make a diversion and I could eat more dough! Maybe they could have some too. Susanna says I am more than enough dog for anybody. She put the dough in the little white hot air box and when it came out it was bread. I like bread too. If Susanna leaves it near the edge of the counter, maybe I will get some bread. Your friend,
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