THAT DOG
That's the one, Mommy!
The one over there
the dog with the scar,
and curly brown hair.
No way, my darling.
Not that filthy mutt.
It probably has fleas
and look at that cut.
She's beautiful, Mom.
Not "it." She's a "her."
We'll take her home
and brush out her fur.
I'll take her walking
every day rain or shine.
We'll buy her a collar
and then she'll be mine.
We can't do this honey.
We can't take home that.
What would Dad think?
How about a cat?
No, Mom.
I won't take another.
Dad would love her.
Why can't you, Mother?
O.K. honey.
I guess she is cute.
Furry face, big brown eyes.
No, not a brute.
But you'll have to wash her.
I'm not doing that.
Don't forget to walk her
and brush out that mat.
Oh, yes, Mom,
I'll do that.
Now don't you worry.
I'll brush her and wash her
till she's more soft and furry
than she's ever been!
She and I will be best friends.
I'll name her Rebecca
and her scar I will mend.
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